i'll be leaving for SF in one week. provided i don't spaz and chicken out of getting on a plane. but i dunno. rationally i know that life is uncertain and no one really knows what the future holds. and in fact, perhaps if i stay home i'll end up smashed to bits on the freeway. that's life. wear a helmet, there's no redos.

but i'm still a big chicken.

sometimes i wonder about things in movies. like... in the friday the 13th films. what if the girl is faking it? all of that noise. who is she kidding? "oh baby, oh baby, you're the best...umm... unnnng..." so there you are, faking it so that this clumsy teenaged oaf will finish up and you can get on with your walking around in the dark asking where everyone is... and then BAM* you've got a pole through your body. that's really gotta suck.

on a related note, i hate camping.

* TM emeril, all rights reserved, BAM used as parody, emeril does not endorse nor condone nor is he even aware of this post