c'mon, go vikes! take us to the bowl

maurice and i went to target to buy a photo album for the pictures that my friend took for me and gave to me which were taken at the metallica concert. i need to have someone put them in the album for me still. i followed maurice through the skyway, i feel like i used to know my way through the skyway but maurice won't let me go through it alone. he might be afraid because of the loser that i picked up once when i used to go out by myself. i think that i wrote about the ass here but anyway, he ended up running into my wall in my apartment with his wheelchair. i don't remember why he did it or if he even paid for it. i don't know if i should be allowed to go out alone because i'm so naive sometimes but i want to be as independent as possible.
tommorow is the big game. go vikes, baby! we gotta make it to the super bowl. from the beginning whenever the tv stations would interview bret favre, he would always say that the team could go to the super bowl, he always had faith. some starters for the vikings are injured though, so we might need a little luck. go vikes! kinda ironic because i remember the driver of the car that i was in (in the car accident that i was in) always liking the saints and now it's the vikings vs. the saints tommorow. oh well.