NaBloPoMoDay Twenty-Two: I'd Be Safe and Warm If I Was In LA

Andy and Matt are leaving on Saturday morning for Arizona. They're going to Arizona to see Iron Maiden. IRON MAIDEN. -angry emoticon- I like Iron Maiden. I also like Arizona. And I kind of, sort of, maybe just a little bit like Andy. So I might just kind of, sort of, maybe just a little bit miss him when he's gone on Tuesday.

I stole his keys today.

There's not much I feel obliged to say for today's post. Less like I don't know what to write, more like I don't know what exactly is "safe." Andy gives good hugs. And Matt laughs hysterically at things like farts captured on camera, which I admit was only funny to me because I was under the impression that it was the cameraman farting, not the speaker. I got tickled in an excess amount. Andy tickled me even after I had said I was on my way to the bathroom. So much tickling!

It was good. Except for the cold I'm developing. I am developing a cold.

Like a fucking polaroid.