In the event of a catostrophic implosion, remember to sit on my lap and pray that I don't squeeze you too tightly. Maybe I am too self-conscious. I need to not be afraid that a girl won't want to talk to me again after a first encounter. The odd conundrum of a person being almost concieted yet totally hoping a person won't dislike them. I am a dork, but I can't let that stop me from thinking that a girl will find that unnattractive and undesirable. I'm fucking awesome. I'm a super duper guy who any girl would be fartingly happy to have because I'm a rose-giving, ass-slapping, funny nerdmonkey of a guy. I think that there are no more good girls left out there for a good guy like me. This planet sucks. I got my rims this weekend. They're fucking swank and neat-o as can be. Now I just have to hope that the new rear axle won't need any retarded adjustments or new equipment. Fear is the mind killer and I'm almost getting afraid of what's going to happen. Then it's time for a road trip. I'm thinking of going to Arizona to visit -=dazednconfuzed=- and make out with her. :P But we'll see what happens.