I first wish to formally apologize to certain parties for the lack of cake,

as it was eaten at lunch.

Now that that's out of the way, allow me to introduce you to Officer Tony Keeler.

He was the police officer who pulled me over when I was riding home on my moped, after giving all of you joyrides. I was, as you recall, describing vividly to you all that no cop cared enough to pull me over, since it was completely illegal for anyone without a permit to be riding one of those things. I said you had to be 16, to be exact. Nope, you need a permit.

However, he let me off easy, since he thought I was a nice guy. Clearly, I was too busy freaking out to be the asshat I usually am. Or mayhap two years of improv actually did pay off. In all seriousness, though, he was really nice. I was in clear violation of the vehicle code, and he let me off with barely a warning.

He's also a member of the SWAT team here in WC.

So, in short, I was pulled over by a member of the swat team because it's illegal to go more than fifteen miles an hour on an electric bicycle unless you take a driving test for a vehicle completely different, a year an a half from now. I <3 American law.

The long and short of it is no more joyrides. Suck it up, peeps.

I'm pretty sure the world is out to prove me wrong, about everything. As soon as I voice an idea that I've come up with, I'm proven wrong, nine and a half times outta ten. For example, I tell people that Chris has been a dick recently, we get along great today. I think Conor's group is a great place to be, and Stephanie turns into a jerk.

Comments keep me warm at night.