Hey! Sorry I wasn’t on yesterday! I’m going to reply to people tonight. [: Also the awards! Ahhhh!

travis-brooks:

Damn, that’s hardcore. Alcohol is my weakness, I admit. I don’t think I’d be dancing on tables, but when you’re drunk, anything can happen, right? This sounds like a friendship that could get me into trouble, but hell, I like the sound of it already.

Hardcore? I can honestly say that’s the first time that word’s been used to describe something I’ve done. No, just fun, with a little side of crazy. Just a sliver. And please! I never get in trouble, like I said. You’ve just got to keep sly about it, dancing or no dancing. 

travis-brooks:

Oh yes. I’m aware. Bonkers, oh Lord, you used the word bonkers. I do not regret being your friend at all. If anything, I’m so glad I even asked. What are some things that buddies do, hm?

Oh, good, I was hoping you wouldn’t. Well, I don’t know. I suppose I can’t apply this to what Nichole and I do, unless you want to sit around and talk about life with me, or we can dance on the tables of some sketchy bar where no one knows who we are because they can’t even remember their own names. That’s always fun. It’s like a competition; whoever finds the most run-down, ass of a place wins! Bonus points if they don’t have a liquor license. 

travis-brooks:

I sure hope I have other manly aspects about myself. Ha, it would be suspicious if I didn’t. Around spiders, being brave is what I’m least worried about. Staying alive is my number one priority. I would love it… yes! I made a friend. We’re buddies now. I’m excited.

Even the non-poisonous bastards are murderous, though I suppose you already know that. I’m so glad I’ve not found many in my home, or else I might go more bonkers than I already am (after all, I did just use the word ‘bonkers’). Excited? I’m ecstatic! Completely thrilled, really. We need to begin doing buddy things. 

travis-brooks:

Oh, I don’t. I hate insects as well. I’m more of the wimp considering I’m supposed to be all manly and stuff. I honestly cannot handle spiders. They don’t scare me that bad, but they frighten me a bit. Yes, I would, actually. I’d love to be friends.

Thank goodness. I was deathly worried there for a moment, and don’t fret too much about your manly image. I’m sure you’ve other means to keep it intact. We don’t all have to be brave, yes? Plus it just makes me feel better about being deathly afraid of the little buggers. You’d love it? What a brilliant word choice! It’s settled. We’re officially friends.