I'm sorry if I offended any of you guys, for the most part I think you just misunderstood what I was trying to say. However, if the fact I don't like people who drink a lot makes you think any less of me, then... oh dear. I stand by my opinion, but I didn't mean to bother people with it. I still don't really know how it was that offensive... but don't tell me. Because I don't want to know either. I'm sick of hearing about it. If you haven't read the entry, and feel the need to, please do but don't bother commenting.
I've just been sleeping for a long time, and I had another death dream. I was in college, but it was like a big campus with lots of flowers, it kinda reminded me of Lara Croft's house in Tomb Raider. Anyway, I was standing by these hedges and these guys just started shooting me, like it was part of a game for them. And they didn't stop! And whenever they shot me, I felt this buzzy aching in the area, and I woke up just after they shot me in the neck. That one actually hurt as opposed to ached. I could feel my heart in my throat, and then when I woke I swear to god my blood was throbbing in my jugular more than usual. I had to kind of check there was no bullet holes. It was pretty scary.
And just for kicks, here's a picture of the motley crue/emo guy whose band supported the Faint when we saw them. Sophie sent it to me today, and I think it's important that you all get to know him, because I'm hoping he'll like... move to Ash Vale and marry my mother. or something.
PS: I cannot fucking WAIT for the menopause.