Fake

So, I haven't posted the last two days. I've been busy. On Friday, I went to Justice's funeral. It was a really moving service. Heidi told me it's not how Justice would've wanted it. I agree. But oh well. At my funeral, I want there to be a buffet table and like a TV with Rock Band and shit. I want it to be like a party. Only I'm dead.

Then yesterday, we had a "9-hour" band practice. We didn't actually practice for nine hours, and stopped to take a nap, order pizza, wait on fucking Kyle, etc. We wrote a brand new song, though. It's hardcore. And by "hardcore," I mean totally softcore. It sounds like a mesh of Good Charlotte and Fall Out Boy. And I love it. It's called "Fake." Hence the post title...

So, let me post some shit.

I'm totally buying it.

Here's the latest news. A woman in Connecticut was heckled during a karaoke performance and was then punched in the face... Okay. Then we got some moron in South Carolina who's auctioning off an AK-47... he's running for National Guard leader... I mean, I'm all for owning a weapon, but like a pistol or a shotgun, not the video-game terrorist's weapon of choice... Fool.

So I watched The Office all day today with Chels. Here's a best of.

I wanted to find my favorite prank, the one where Jim and Pam trick Dwight into thinking the computer has taken on an identity and is taunting him. It's good.

Anyway, that's it for now. I'm pissed I can't find that clip. Oh well.

~Christian