I hate sushi. don’t take me to sushi, okay?

I also hate it when I’m rash and stupid and possibly drunk and do things like send mail I have no business sending. I would apologize to recipients of such mail, but eh. I don’t care that much.

I made it into the superbowl in my FFL and I’m pretty excited. It’s the greatest sporting achievement of my life. Well, besides the time I bowled a 215 in 6th grade.

tick tick tick. almost time to head to the land of frosty lime eegees and crazy mexicans. see you on the other side.