I went to a party at a friend of my mom's place for the 4th of July. I did my patriotic duty and made the area surrounding seem like a damn battle field. No kidding. One firework fell over and started shooting at people, it was hilarious (nobody got hurt, but there were few who deserved it that came close.)
I was about to start spouting of "war stories of the 4th of July". I do that a lot, just make up some off-the-cuff story based on something said; it's kinda amazing, but I need to work on on-the-fly voice changing.
Back to the party. I got hit on by a couple of girls. For reals. OF course, knowing my luck, there was a catch: they were 14. IN their defense, they thought I was 16, instead of my actual 18. They were kinda fun to hang out with for a bit though, you know, after they'd stopped offering me lapdances.

Now, on to "stuff". Just a short history of stuff: Stuff is called stuff because it's stuff. The man who coined the term "stuff" was called Proffessor Stuffy McStuffederton, affectionately called by a little girl who dragged him around everywhere, Prof. Buttons.

On with the telling of the aforementioned "stuff"... I haven't been able to post my poems and such for a while, since I was tired, one night, and the next day there was a huge rainstorm that knocked my phone into blazing scratchiness, which, in turn, has made my DSL connection next to impossible to use. This also happens as summer turns into winter (in the fall) and vice versa (in the spring) because there's something wrong with my place's phone line. I am, just FYI, still mostly recovering from the rainstorm.

Now, a HUGE THING I WANT TO DO SO YOU BEST BE READING THIS NOW is an interesting project. My brother showed me a site called "Songs to wear pants to" where some guy pretty much says "give me an idea, and I'll make a song to it." If you've heard of this site, then you're one step ahead of the game.
Well... I'm doing somethign similar, except instead of songs, I'm gonna make poems/short stories based off an idea. So.. uh.. submit ideas. Be kinda detailed, but not extremely so. Also, and this is the IMPORTANT part, tell your friends.

And, er, bye.