McFlurries are the whip!

Im goin' to hell....who's comin' with me...

Just kidding. But I decided that my "grade 'A' ridiculous" plan correlates quite well with my grade 'A' ridiculous self. Basically, I'm suckin it up, and shipping out to Miami. I don't know when for sure, but there's no backing out this time.

My gato and I are psyched (kinda) about year-round summer, but I think if I could bring the contents of the state of Michigan along with me in my carry-on, there would be no doubt in my mind that I'm making the right choice.

Random question: if there's a "no swimming/fishing" sign on the pond behind your apartment building, does that also mean "no jet-skiing, water-skiing or tubing?" I'd kinda like to find out...any takers?

Well, Carino's, you can take this as your indefinate notice - I'm out. And I can't wait to make the chain-link thingy to symbolize my excitement about that.

According to a wise source, once I take out a loan, I'm going to have money coming out of my ass, not like I won't have to pay it back, but once I can win a ridiculous case like "McDonalds makes their coffee too hot and I'm too incompetant to realize that on my own-and therefore am going to sue them for an outrageous amount of money," I don't see myself as having a huge problem paying that money back. Until then, I've decided to hit the books and live it up tan/warm/palm tree-style for a couple years.

Anyone else who wants to get the hell outta Dodge...hit me up.

I'm in a glass case of emotion...