...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Song of the Day: "Superman's Dead" - Our Lady Peace

I'm sitting here eating cheese and crackers for breakfast. How sick is that? I've made a meal out of an appetizer, and I don't know if it's the cheese, cracker, or pepperoni that's the most filling. Either way, it's still a tasty and easy snack.

@Quill: Unless I'm uber-outbid at the last minute, the camera should be mine. T-minus 11 hours...

I've been thinking about last night a little bit, and the situation that transpired with the Hizz, and here's all I have to say: Any other problems that you might have going on right now, I'm sorry for you and I hope that they are soon resolved. With the Beaver situation, I completely hold you responsible. You spoke out of turn, regardless of your intent or action, and when confronted about it began to cry and tried to confuse the issue with other things happening in your life. It's not your job to make everyone else happy. It's your job to make you happy. Maybe you haven't heard the rest of us clearly enough:

We don't care to be friends with Erich; we don't want to be friends with Erich.

I'm tired of being told we're the ones to fault here. Anyone with half a brain can see otherwise. All we did was not like his girlfriend/fiancee/very-soon-to-be-wife. Because of this, we're boring and not worth hanging out with. Then we're the assholes because he doesn't want to come around anymore. We don't spend enough of our parents money, I guess. After we've been defecated on so many times, we began to re-act, no longer just responding, to his asinine behavior.

Now, you're crying and beating a bar table because no one want anything to do with your "friends". You thought Sarah was your friend at one point too.

If you want to make us happy, leave the issue alone. We don't really care, or at least I don't.