But that's how you roll, be my freaking guest - shoot yourself in the head. As far as I can tell, that's one less fucktard for me to have to worry about. I am not going to be wasting my time trying to stop you.
Probably not the most politically correct blog title ever - and probably not ideal considering so many of the Foundation kids read this blog. Pretty sure you guys know my feelings on sheer stupidity by now, right?
Moving right along.
Rowan is still hounding me about going to another Grange concert - he assures me nothing bad will happen - he tried the "lightening doesn't strike the same place twice" line and I shot him down in flames. Hello - what about that guy who was struck seven times? Pretty sure Roy Sullivan would've disputed Rowan's argument! If you want to know more about the very lucky US Park Ranger from Virginia - go here.
Rowan changed tactics. He tried to convince me that hanging out with him on stage (is he insane??) or backstage (really I wanna look at his ass all night?... actually, that's not a bad view!) would be perfectly safe.
Hang on, let me enjoy the sound of a million woman sobbing when they read this... I'm pretty sure there would be a lot of women who would jump at the chance to hang out at a concert with Rowan. Sad for him that his girlfriend isn't one of them. I do have a pretty fucn respectable reason for my resistance.
Remember Christchurch? Not the earthquakes - although had I been at a concert during them, I wouldn't have been thrilled. No, not that. The kids, Hawk, the explosion, and the young woman I couldn't save - remember that?
Grange concerts (or any concerts) are not in my immediate future.
Meanwhile - it's the weekend, and I'm actually having one! :)