I'm a man when it conveniences me

I knew Tokyo Marui before it was cool.

I didn't, I'm usually late to those parties.  The hipster parties.  It's by invite only.  And you have to know to get the invite.  Damn, I'm a terrible hipster.

First rule of hipster fight club is you missed it because it was like a week ago Tuesday.

Wow this thing is wrecked.
Eh, but tasty.

I miss the days.  The days of imagination.  Of random.  We stopped thinking like kids and started thinking like, what?  Adults?  Bad trade I say.  Of course to describe thinking like an adult is kind of retarded anyway.  It's like seeing any given situation through a telescope rather than some device that broadens your view.  Help me out here people.  Idea died.

We went for a walk!  And got beer and pizza!  Then ice cream!  Fatties!

ok, brb.

What did I do?  Oh yeah, got stuff.  Stuff is still in my car.  Sorry the creativeness died.  I apparently went all pms-y.  I just don't like being challenged sometimes.  Like, in the bad way.  Not challenging, ya know, like a puzzle.  Meh, I'm rambling.  I vote Rock Band.

cacAWW!