This was originally written Sunday afternoon, but blogger was down or something.
Ahhh this sucks. I just typed a good entry and then when I clicked Post & Publish it told me cannot display or cannot find server or one of those stupid errors. Then, when I refresh, my post is gone. Totally gone. Here's the jizt of it.
You know what's really funny is when you're talking about people thinking you like someone and saying, "I don't like him/her, but I respect him/her a lot." That just about killed me. If you are the one who spoke those precious words, be not alarmed, for I divulged neither identity nor gender of both persons involved in the statement. That's like ... secret identities! Like Batman and Catwoman! If Batman and Catwoman went out on a date, would they go in their little costumes lest their identities be discovered? That's really weird. Imagine sitting next to Batman in the theater and he's like, "Hey. 'Sup." If that happened to me, I would be like, "Hey. Not much, man." Then, five seconds later, I would pull his mask off and run like the devil. He'd either chase after me with his crazy gymnastics or he'd do nothing hoping that nobody noticed that he has become maskless!! The latter is rather improbable, unless he brings spare masks everywhere in case of events like this. Maybe he has one in his utility belt. He has to, right? He's got everything in there. You're like, "Hey, Batman, can I bum a smoke?" and he's like, "Sure, let me get it from my trusty utility belt!" I bet when he's cooking he just gets everything from his belt. Spatula? Go to the belt. A pinch of salt? Go to the belt. Toaster? ... you get the idea. Okay, that utility belt part wasn't in the original entry, I just got inspired. So I'm assuming he'd chase after me, and since he has that crazy bat-a-rang and all those crazy gadgets, he'd catch me pretty quickly if I just tried to run out to the parking lot. So I'd probably sneak into another movie and hide in the darkness. When the movie's finished, I'd grab a popcorn bucket and hide the mask in there so Batman wouldn't know I had it. Then I'd just walk out and get away with it. Besides, I'm sure Batman has spare masks at home. He could let me have just this one. Then I could show it to all my friends and they'd revere me like a god! Now, if only Batman was real, then my plan would be set into action...