I sit here, slightly drunk and a little high. I have been out tonight, but haven't really had too much to drink but also haven't really danced any, either.
When I was little, there was one year where my uncle purposely lit one of those things shaped like a plane and aimed it at me while I ran away screaming like a little girl. I think I was in 2nd or 3rd grade.
I was always afraid of fireworks. It took me until about middle school to be fully okay with lighting them. It took me until high school to be the badass male of the family.
Nate just walked in and tried to give me a double wet willy.
I will now go downstairs to watch The Butterfly Effect. I was on the street team for the movie and was all excited about it coming out, but I have yet to see it. Good thing I have a roommate that works at Blockbuster. Free movies and video games rocks. Good thing I promote movies. :-P
Also, it's time for a corndog.