La la la. Saturday, watched Saving Private Ryan, Jess got scared out of her mind, and is possibly scarred for life (which means you prolly owe me a scare. =/ you tell me.) I sat through and watched it all. Enjoyed it.
Then I showed her a pic from the movie, where the flamethrower unit explodes and causes the two other guys to get killed by the blast. So I scribbled down on loose paper: "Jess owes me one smack." Sorry bout that. Spur of the moment I guess. Well, now you have reason to meet me I guess. Heh.
Very vague fragmented sentenced blog today. Don't feel like making sense. Happiness is just a word to me, and it might've meant a thing or two if I'd known the difference.
Oh, Sruti, got your email and replied. Also, I'm going to take the existing bits of the Rage story and prolly make something out of it. SINCE NO ONE ELSE WILL CONTINUE, Heh, got your attention there, eh, remaining Ragers? Probably not. which means I continue. yup.
See you around.