Like, ever, eVeR, EVER.
The lighting is terrible. It makes me look like I have HUGE bags under my eyes. There is a ray of light coming down from the chandelier that hits me right on the head. I keep making mistakes and have NO idea how to edit them out. I'm too lazy to do a re-take. And I still have my coat even though I've been home for over an hour.
But, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit. Right?!?
Plus, I want you to hear it anyway.
Because there is a point ...
Boys should not be allowed to walk around neighborhoods with toy shot-guns and spray cars with imaginary bullets.
Cuz I really don't like to imaginary-die.