Forty Seven: No comment

I guess since I don't really know where to start, I'm just going to dedicate this page to weirdness. Lots of weird times and weird things that went on in my life...for instance, Charlie burying Lauren in a huge pile of balloons and her erupting from them dramatically in a Lauren-esque fashion. I miss the poolhouse days! I do not miss a certain person's remote control Naziism. Just kidding, I do.
Or Charlie, Eric and I running/interpretive dancing/posing in the road wearing big sheets carrying broomsticks and assorted household items.
Or talking shit via hangman about some obese lady who looked like Ursula from the Little Mermaid on our Greyhound bus carrying an umbrella on a dry, hot, sweltering summer day in Southern CA. (It was definitely not a parasol.)
Or talking calculators.
Or pencils with faces!
Or blood cells with heads, arms, and legs!
Blood sells.
Blah blah blah even this post is weird.