Party party party.

Patrick's "I Quit My Job" party, last night, was awesome. We all drank a great deal, played games, had awesome conversations, and determined that Tostitos Fuck! Lime! chips are not at all that tasty, but you really can't stop eating them. That artificial green colouring must be a form of crack.

That is all, for now.

An odd thing:

There was something you wanted to talk to me, about. You said it was important, couldn't wait. You remember what it was. It was... Something. What was it? What did you want to tell me? Tell me. What'd you have to say? Say it. If you don't Say it, i'll never Know, and you might not Remember, later, and you might have to make something up. So tell me.

In other questions, do you ever feel like people are wrongly enjoying the things you love? I don't mean that they don't have the right to do so, but that they are not doing it the right way. I feel that way, sometimes, and I know that's... weird. But I sometimes feel like people aren't getting the full effect or right lessons from things. That's me, though, and it's incredibly narcissistic and pompus.

Tell me.

What can I tell you?

Poe - [Amazed]--- Tell me a secret. Some kept safe. Something of yours. (Björk - [Isobel]). You can hide it, and I won't tell anyone, or you can remove its power over you, and tell the world...

Or you can tell me nothing at all, and continue on your way.

"To pass this way, there is no toll,
But there is recommended a bartering.
Take with you what you need
Keep in your heart what you believe
Keep in your mind affixed a goal
And you won't be found faltering."