hating my brother, paranoid internal monologues, pouting, bleeding from my eyes, making out in police stations, my fierro (I got a car, Ferris got a computer), driving while being yelled at by my mother, getting speeding tickets, my fathers gun, my scorching case of herpes, karate kicks, squashing testicles, my economics class.... my something d-o-o economics class?..... voo-doo economics
Certainly not the intruder in my kitchen. he's male...caucasian...possibly armed....certainly weird. bascially i'll meet anyone with a nice attitude, otherwise you can put your thumb up your butt.