just on the radio they had a full minute of nothing but kids laughing and i got scared.

it all stems back to pet sematary, the movie. that little boy and his laugh.

watch me shiver in creepiness.

oh, yeah:

you know you're growing up/maturing when you can throw up into a waste basket with a woman's hands holding your mouth open, and not feel too embarrassed about it.

at least, for me that is.

oh boy i love you so never ever gonna let you go once i get my hands on you.

tru dat.

yeah, i just got back from having impressions taken of my teeth.

i tell you it seems like everyone wants a piece of the crayons teeth. impression here, signings there, it's insane.

heh.

but, yeah, i have horrible horrible gag reflexes and as such i puked when she did the top impression.

i mean i didnt really puke, because i didnt eat before, because i knew this would happen.

but i started gagging, so we rolled to the right (sounds like a rap song: "when ya gag ill roll to the right witcha to the right witcha to the right witcha"), and i started drooling the excess... uh... impression cement stuff into the waste basket.

but was that enough for crayon?

oh no.

when she TOOK IT OUT, thats when an all liquid stream erupted from my mouth. i mean, yeah, i wouldnt erupt when it was still in there, i would do it as it was leaving.

boo to me.

but i didnt feel bad about it, which is the first time i've gagged doing an impression and not felt bad.

so i thanked the woman who went through the experience with me.

we've shared a bonding moment.

so now shes going to have my children.

aint it crazy how this world works out sometimes?

heh.