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Welcome to all of my offically delurked commentors. And the regular commentors. And the ones who didn't participate and didn't delurk - Ya big rebels you.
I'm looking in to changing my layout but don't hold your breath or anything. While it will get done, it's probably going to take a while.

And Ewww. Enough about my brother being hot, okay?

I didn't accept the Facebook Friend invite from VFB. After 20 years of not speaking to me and not dying, I'm sure he'll be okay. And I figured (after you guys pointed it out to me) that I had nothing to gain from the experience and I didn't owe him anything so fuck it.
Besides, his profile was open so I got to see everything without accepting. He really is a fat fucker. ::evil laughter:: And all he could get from mine would be a profile picture and I look really hott in it (and I was a total nerd in school) so it's all good.
And now I have a new Facebook rule. If we weren't actual friends in highschool, we're not going to be Friends now that I'm hott, cool, and somewhat successful.

Fred called me yesterday. He asked me how I was doing. We talked for a half hour. I haven't really processed that yet but I think I'm happy about it.
Wilma, of course, was absent the entire conversation. I wonder if she even knows he called me?

The kids have the next three days off school. Pray for me.