You know, I never do things to hurt people intentionally.
I'm always a generally nice guy, with simple motives, and simple goals, and I strive to accomplish them with my very soul.

So when I come home from having an awesome few days of hanging out with my friends, and find out that the money I was saving to use for AC (including admission fees) got jacked, I take it a little too close to the heart.

Apparently my house mates had some friends over, one of which nobody particularly knew, he just happened to be hanging out with one of the other friends who came over. And you guessed it, he ended up being the culprit due to simple evidence that he apparently had no money yesterday, and after they left, he went out to buy a bunch of food.

Now, I'm a nice guy, I know people need to eat. But seriously, if you were hungry, why not help yourself to the 10,000 packs of ramen I have sitting right there in my living area, and not to my stashed Anthrocon funds? Makes sense to me a bit more.

So, relatively, I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do next weekend. I was supposed to go with Raverfox and Inky, see all my friends, have a hell of a good weekend, especially because I was supposed to be tagteaming with Raverfox during one of the dances, and throw down some heavy shit on the decks.

Not only that, I have a show back here in Baltimore on Saturday, making this weekend even more epic. I can still do that, but I had a strong ambition to run around this weekend a midst some furry shenanigans.

So, we'll see what happens folks. I love you all to death, so maybe I'll be able to willpower something into happening.