Me - *watching mom set up her headphone to her ipod* What? You're going to listen to that while Shaun of the Dead is on?
Mom - Yeah. I don't really like it.
Me - WHAT. You don't like this movie?
Mom - Eh. It's okay. It's more for the younger generation.
Me - Is not. Anybody could love this movie. An eighty-year-old man could love this movie.
Mom - Yeah, if he's happy and fun-loving... Which I'm not.
Dad - *walks into the living room via his bedroom* What're we talking about?
Me - Shaun of the Dead.
Dad - Oh! I need to go get my headphones.
Last night/EARLY this morning me and Marina, after work, went out to eat.
Ate in my car.
Fun, seriously. We sat there for an hour, watching people, talking.
She's a good influence.
We talked about how our faces are in our pictures.
I never noticed I always do do the same expression... WHY DOESN'T ANYONE TELL ME THESE THINGS?
According to Marina, I'm this expression:
:|
Saw David Jack Bell at Target.
He also thinks I'm violent... I think he had been following my blog before I made it private.
ps - walked into the fitting room. saw some chick in a bikini.
I had a hard-on then felt guilty because she looked under 18, haha.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
okay, bye.
Yesterday/Early this morning was oh-so-eventful.
Hung out with Marina yesterday. Oh, I have pictures alright.
That's later.
Met a Chinese bitch.
Marina hit me in the face, haha. OUCH. Right on the o' nose.
We went to that hookah lounge. It was so cute:
Strawberry Mango was our flavor. We were in there for like two hours.
I tried on her hair:
My eyebrows are so blonde compared to that wig.
It was really fun, seriously. A lot of things were said/answered/realized.
Woe is me! My car.
The battery FINALLY died after a couple of weeks of fucking up.
Don't worry, this story has a happy ending.
The battery light stayed on for awhile yesterday. I knew it was going to die - I just thought I had enough time to get home (24 miles from where Marina lived). So, as I leave, my headlights really dim and my engine light going strong, I hook up my ipod, knowing it was bad. As I was driving to a stop sign, allll the lights INSIDE my car turned off, together.
My headlights were so dim, you couldn't tell they were on.
I kept muttering, "Make it home, make it home."
I was driving down the road, my car struggling when my car warning lights all flickered and half of them stayed on. I was freaking the fuck out. All of the sudden, my spedometer started to wig out. When I touched the gas pedal it would hit zero. At this point I was looking for a place to park, out of the way.
Then, my car started to slow down.
I pull into a well lit area of some parking lot. I sit there for a minute, worried as fuck, trying to think who I could call.
I chose Casey because Marina had to work early in the morning.
It's midnight so I know half of my friends are drunk.
Casey answers AFTER THE SECOND TIME.
"You in Bowling Green?"
"Yeah."
"Are you drunk?"
"Almoosttttt."
haha.
Called my parents like nine times - no answer.
Called Marina.
Geez.
I felt so bad. I cried. I didn't want her to drive so far when she had to work so early in the morning.
I gave her fifteen dollars, drove her to the interstate from the "Bashful Blue" truck.
My car is fixed now, I'm safe and Marina is too haha.
227 dollars to fix.
I am now starting a savings account, where they AUTOMATICALLY draw from my bank account to add.
And my college app next week, depending on my budget. (I just needed a kick in my ass to get things a rollin'.)
Life is hard.
have a funny conversation to lighten the mood:
Me - I checked on the strawberries --
Mom - The bunnies were eating them yesterday.
Me - Haha.
Mom - I tried to get Molly to come outside and bark to scare them away but your father said, 'Vern, leave those bunnies alone! They're not going to do any harm!' *rolled her eyes* I answered, 'Are you sure?' He said, 'Yeah, they're just rabbits.'
Me - You know, I was telling Amanda that yesterday - that it would be cute to see bunnies eating strawberries. It's such a cute thought.
Mom - *she chuckled* You know Bugs Bunny. He ate carrots from Elmer's garden.
Me - *smiling* Yeah, you don't see him chewing on twinkies, do ya?
Hung out with Marina yesterday. Oh, I have pictures alright.
That's later.
Met a Chinese bitch.
Marina hit me in the face, haha. OUCH. Right on the o' nose.
We went to that hookah lounge. It was so cute:
Strawberry Mango was our flavor. We were in there for like two hours.
I tried on her hair:
My eyebrows are so blonde compared to that wig.
It was really fun, seriously. A lot of things were said/answered/realized.
Woe is me! My car.
The battery FINALLY died after a couple of weeks of fucking up.
Don't worry, this story has a happy ending.
The battery light stayed on for awhile yesterday. I knew it was going to die - I just thought I had enough time to get home (24 miles from where Marina lived). So, as I leave, my headlights really dim and my engine light going strong, I hook up my ipod, knowing it was bad. As I was driving to a stop sign, allll the lights INSIDE my car turned off, together.
My headlights were so dim, you couldn't tell they were on.
I kept muttering, "Make it home, make it home."
I was driving down the road, my car struggling when my car warning lights all flickered and half of them stayed on. I was freaking the fuck out. All of the sudden, my spedometer started to wig out. When I touched the gas pedal it would hit zero. At this point I was looking for a place to park, out of the way.
Then, my car started to slow down.
I pull into a well lit area of some parking lot. I sit there for a minute, worried as fuck, trying to think who I could call.
I chose Casey because Marina had to work early in the morning.
It's midnight so I know half of my friends are drunk.
Casey answers AFTER THE SECOND TIME.
"You in Bowling Green?"
"Yeah."
"Are you drunk?"
"Almoosttttt."
haha.
Called my parents like nine times - no answer.
Called Marina.
Geez.
I felt so bad. I cried. I didn't want her to drive so far when she had to work so early in the morning.
I gave her fifteen dollars, drove her to the interstate from the "Bashful Blue" truck.
My car is fixed now, I'm safe and Marina is too haha.
227 dollars to fix.
I am now starting a savings account, where they AUTOMATICALLY draw from my bank account to add.
And my college app next week, depending on my budget. (I just needed a kick in my ass to get things a rollin'.)
Life is hard.
have a funny conversation to lighten the mood:
Me - I checked on the strawberries --
Mom - The bunnies were eating them yesterday.
Me - Haha.
Mom - I tried to get Molly to come outside and bark to scare them away but your father said, 'Vern, leave those bunnies alone! They're not going to do any harm!' *rolled her eyes* I answered, 'Are you sure?' He said, 'Yeah, they're just rabbits.'
Me - You know, I was telling Amanda that yesterday - that it would be cute to see bunnies eating strawberries. It's such a cute thought.
Mom - *she chuckled* You know Bugs Bunny. He ate carrots from Elmer's garden.
Me - *smiling* Yeah, you don't see him chewing on twinkies, do ya?
Monday, May 24, 2010
what's on your nose, cat?
Is it sad that I get happy over cleaning my bathroom - it's all shiny and everything.
Makes me so proud to shit in there.
Ooh.
So.
Thanks to facebook I am now reunited with an old friend. She had moved to Cincinnati. I miss her - she's hilarious.
Thanks to FUTURAMA, I am reunited with 'Lola' by the Kinks.
:D!
Got to watch the Amazon episode last night. Still makes me laugh. I remember when that episode came out forever ago. As a kid I never really was interested in Futurama. As an adult it took me forever to get back into it.
I watched it high once.
Better than watching Family Guy high.
That's saying something.
Fixing to finish another chapter of A Macabre Story. My sister could stop bitching at me to update.
Oh the drama.
Almost died today by some Mustang GT - that would have been depressing.
Got lost on the way home because I wanted to try a 'different route.'
Saw a fucking huge as snake, dead, in my lane.
Cleaned the bathroom.
Watched Roseanne.
Finished a chapter.
Did dishes.
Took out the trash.
Ignored a call from work to go in.
Took a shower.
All in a day's work?
Hell, it's not even 2PM.
Goody.
Makes me so proud to shit in there.
Ooh.
So.
Thanks to facebook I am now reunited with an old friend. She had moved to Cincinnati. I miss her - she's hilarious.
Thanks to FUTURAMA, I am reunited with 'Lola' by the Kinks.
:D!
Got to watch the Amazon episode last night. Still makes me laugh. I remember when that episode came out forever ago. As a kid I never really was interested in Futurama. As an adult it took me forever to get back into it.
I watched it high once.
Better than watching Family Guy high.
That's saying something.
Fixing to finish another chapter of A Macabre Story. My sister could stop bitching at me to update.
Oh the drama.
Almost died today by some Mustang GT - that would have been depressing.
Got lost on the way home because I wanted to try a 'different route.'
Saw a fucking huge as snake, dead, in my lane.
Cleaned the bathroom.
Watched Roseanne.
Finished a chapter.
Did dishes.
Took out the trash.
Ignored a call from work to go in.
Took a shower.
All in a day's work?
Hell, it's not even 2PM.
Goody.
Friday, May 21, 2010
that movie was sad, you're heartless
Went to a game night at Pedro's recently. Just six people. It was FUN. I was surprised. His brother, something another - can't remember the name, showed up and I think he ended up liking me because I'm such a smart ass who doesn't take shit. That's why Pedro likes me - I'm not afraid to say nearly anything.
NEARLY.
Him and his brother continued to cheat at Apples to Apples - although hilarious, annoying, because they would pick each other's cards. I kept calling them out on cheating, blah.
So, as I would turn around, generally not paying attention to my deck, they would switch out my cards or add more.
I turned around and I looked at my pile. It had at least five more cards that weren't there before. I made a face and turned to Pedro, "When did you-- These aren't mine."
As if on cue, his brother yelled out, with a pointing finger, "CHEATER - YOU'RE A CHEATER!"
I had to get a new deck, arrrrg.
Everyone else saw/knew they were doing this.
Assholes, didn't even help me, haha.
Catch Phrase is a horrible game.
Cranium is fun.
Pedro kept making me read out his team's cards. I continuously told him I wasn't his card bitch.
His brother liked that one.
I had the dumbest guy as my partner - it sucked.
And I normally don't like to make fun of intelligence unless it's actually called for.
He didn't know what sensual meant.
And the three words to describe sensual... He didn't understand any of those either.
I'm getting a ten dollar gift from work since I am the star team member.
Wow, right?
The pressure to pick something.
I still haven't decided.
NEARLY.
Him and his brother continued to cheat at Apples to Apples - although hilarious, annoying, because they would pick each other's cards. I kept calling them out on cheating, blah.
So, as I would turn around, generally not paying attention to my deck, they would switch out my cards or add more.
I turned around and I looked at my pile. It had at least five more cards that weren't there before. I made a face and turned to Pedro, "When did you-- These aren't mine."
As if on cue, his brother yelled out, with a pointing finger, "CHEATER - YOU'RE A CHEATER!"
I had to get a new deck, arrrrg.
Everyone else saw/knew they were doing this.
Assholes, didn't even help me, haha.
Catch Phrase is a horrible game.
Cranium is fun.
Pedro kept making me read out his team's cards. I continuously told him I wasn't his card bitch.
His brother liked that one.
I had the dumbest guy as my partner - it sucked.
And I normally don't like to make fun of intelligence unless it's actually called for.
He didn't know what sensual meant.
And the three words to describe sensual... He didn't understand any of those either.
I'm getting a ten dollar gift from work since I am the star team member.
Wow, right?
The pressure to pick something.
I still haven't decided.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
wow, what muscle definition.
I HAVE FINALLY FOUND THIS MOTHERFUCKER.
I have been looking for this well over two years.
I'm so happy, I could vomit.
Date it was taken: April 22, 2007.
Senior year.
Ah.
Anddddd,
I did that.
Ha.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
haha, what you doin'?
The most, pathetically sad, exciting thing I have done in awhile.
(Did that make sense?)
I stole a cart. It was in Marina's apartment's parking lot.
(A whole lot of possession there.)
It makes me so excited.
All my yarn ♥
IT WAS A FUCKING BITCH TO GET IN MY CAR. I drove home, paranoid, still.
Parked in the driveway, squeezed that thing BACK OUT OF MY CAR ALONEEEE. I then CARRIED IT TO THE FUCKING RONT DOOR, UP SOME STEPS. LUGGED IT ACROSS MY LIVING ROOM, TRYING NOT TO MAKE A NOISE. Thennnnn, GOT IT IN MY ROOM, knocked on my sis's door and showed her. Amazing.
She laughed.
Today started off okay, went to aggravating, back to okay, back to 'heyleavemethefuckalone' to great!
Went to Marina's after work to smoke FLAVORED TOBACCO (cherry) from her hookah.
No weed involved with the hookah.
Amazing experience... Will do again....
OH WAIT, TOMORROW AT 7.
But then I busted out my last joint and smoked half on Marina's balcony. Got hella paranoid (Marina didn't smoke) and we sat there. Two guys were rolling by in a car and smiled, pointing up at us. I had already put my joint down, letting it burn out.
Even when they were going into their apartment across the way, they were still pointing and smiling, lips moving.
We then went to her room and had the below conversations...
Me - *looking at Marina's movies* Hush? What's that about?
Marina - Oh, it's about a girl who...
Me - *throws hand dramatically at Marina* Hush! I don't want to hear it!
OH.
We talked about her roommated getting a vibrator in the mail. Marina thought it was her package and opened it.
Awkward, I thought, until Marina spilt that her roommate had masturbated in the same room, with her beside her.
You know dorms, how crowded.
Ugh.
Makes me red.
Friday, May 7, 2010
mollly ... MOLLY.... MOLLLLYYYYYY! come here, that's right.
That was my first ever party. say what you will... it was awkwardly satisfying.
Yeah, yeah.
20-years-old, stoner, never been to a party where the goal is to be drunk. It was nice. I didn't drink, because I don't believe in drinking and driving... PLUS, I can't hold my liquor.
Pedro hosted the bash. Half of them were wasted when I got there.
Don't think I'm super cool and jumped right into the social value of a party. Nope, stayed silent, in the background. Went to the garage, smoked one with some older broad named Candi... I think. (Candy. Candie. Maybe it was Crystal?) And then watched them play beer pong. The best half hour of my life.
I had never seen the game, only heard.
Pedro had laughed at me being so interested in it.
This guy... a ping pong had bent on both ends (if balls have ends... haaaa balls). He laid to the side, pointing at it with both hands and announced, "WE HAVE AN INJURED PLAYER ON THE COURT!"
That guy was awesome.
I was the only one not drinking.
Awkward, right?
Anyway.
They started to play flip cup. A girl, I used to dislike in HS, offered to take my drinks and I would just flip the cup. She did it until she wavered a bit, then came up with the idea of me taking coke shots.
I did.
Without Pedro's knowledge.
Ha, everyone thought I drunk beer.
Sounds so lame now.
I had never seen Pedro drunk. It was funny. He's a hilarious guy.
/endpartytalk
Argh.
I'm so tired of people not forgetting about me. No, really. They just can't get over me, and just can't leave me alone although I had made it very clear.
AND I STILL DON'T HAVE MY FUCKING LIGHTER, THAT GODDAMN UGLY STEP-SISTER OF CASEY'S... I'M PISSED. I HAVE USED THAT LIGHTER FOR SO MANY FUCKING THINGS.
ps - /startpartytalkagain
On my way to Pedro's, there had been a car behind me for several miles. I knew it was a cop, instinct, unrealized knowledge in headlights. I was still looking for Pedro's house - it's easy to miss and I had only been there once.
I passed it up. First, though, I thought my lane turned into a turning lane and swerved into the grassy median. Nice, right? So, I get back over, look for a left turn to do a U-Turn.
As I ease over into the left turn place, the cop makes like he wants to pass me and keep going straight then changes his mind. Once I realize it was a Sheriff for positive, I turn into some odd driveway. I act like I'm getting ready to get out. He passes me. So, in a hurry, I roll out of the driveway and make a right to slip into Pedro's (a few feet away) without being seen.
I accomplish my goal, seeing the Sheriff's headlights swinging back in my direction. As I'm driving and watching in my rearview for this fuzz, I narrowly miss Pedro's house AGAIN and make a hard right, slamming on my brakes.
Thankfully, the Sheriff had just arrived at the right turn and didn't see me pull in. He passed right by and I was safe once again.
Wow, that sounds just as lame as the previous story.
I'm a loser. Why do I even try?
Yeah, yeah.
20-years-old, stoner, never been to a party where the goal is to be drunk. It was nice. I didn't drink, because I don't believe in drinking and driving... PLUS, I can't hold my liquor.
Pedro hosted the bash. Half of them were wasted when I got there.
Don't think I'm super cool and jumped right into the social value of a party. Nope, stayed silent, in the background. Went to the garage, smoked one with some older broad named Candi... I think. (Candy. Candie. Maybe it was Crystal?) And then watched them play beer pong. The best half hour of my life.
I had never seen the game, only heard.
Pedro had laughed at me being so interested in it.
This guy... a ping pong had bent on both ends (if balls have ends... haaaa balls). He laid to the side, pointing at it with both hands and announced, "WE HAVE AN INJURED PLAYER ON THE COURT!"
That guy was awesome.
I was the only one not drinking.
Awkward, right?
Anyway.
They started to play flip cup. A girl, I used to dislike in HS, offered to take my drinks and I would just flip the cup. She did it until she wavered a bit, then came up with the idea of me taking coke shots.
I did.
Without Pedro's knowledge.
Ha, everyone thought I drunk beer.
Sounds so lame now.
I had never seen Pedro drunk. It was funny. He's a hilarious guy.
/endpartytalk
Argh.
I'm so tired of people not forgetting about me. No, really. They just can't get over me, and just can't leave me alone although I had made it very clear.
AND I STILL DON'T HAVE MY FUCKING LIGHTER, THAT GODDAMN UGLY STEP-SISTER OF CASEY'S... I'M PISSED. I HAVE USED THAT LIGHTER FOR SO MANY FUCKING THINGS.
ps - /startpartytalkagain
On my way to Pedro's, there had been a car behind me for several miles. I knew it was a cop, instinct, unrealized knowledge in headlights. I was still looking for Pedro's house - it's easy to miss and I had only been there once.
I passed it up. First, though, I thought my lane turned into a turning lane and swerved into the grassy median. Nice, right? So, I get back over, look for a left turn to do a U-Turn.
As I ease over into the left turn place, the cop makes like he wants to pass me and keep going straight then changes his mind. Once I realize it was a Sheriff for positive, I turn into some odd driveway. I act like I'm getting ready to get out. He passes me. So, in a hurry, I roll out of the driveway and make a right to slip into Pedro's (a few feet away) without being seen.
I accomplish my goal, seeing the Sheriff's headlights swinging back in my direction. As I'm driving and watching in my rearview for this fuzz, I narrowly miss Pedro's house AGAIN and make a hard right, slamming on my brakes.
Thankfully, the Sheriff had just arrived at the right turn and didn't see me pull in. He passed right by and I was safe once again.
Wow, that sounds just as lame as the previous story.
I'm a loser. Why do I even try?
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
THERE, FINE, WHATEVER, GOD.
The night before last me, Casey and her step-sister all got high on the golf course beside her apartments. Casey has only smoked maybe... Three times? Last time was just under a year ago. I had made plans to control her portions, you know? Welllll. Since her step-sister was there, I was distracted and forgot allll about it.
Casey had WAY too much.
To the point where she started freaking out, getting paranoid, her body felt weird and she started to jitter. Surprisingly, I didn't find it a buzzkill.
Now the walk to the spot we did it at was long and we had to jump over a small fence too. Casey was at her peak, freaking the fuck out. I was sitting directly ahead of her, smiling, really amused and her step-sister continued to want to get up and go home.
I put a stop to that because Casey would have freaked the fuck out and would have probably cried if it hadn't been for the THC, hhaahahaha. I'm still amused.
I kept saying, "This is my impression of Casey when she's had too much weed, 'BITCH, BITCH, MOAN, BITCH.'"
So, step-sister left (thank god, I don't much care for her). I was getting Casey distracted by talking and being funny until a police little siren went off and she pleaded to go home.
We did.
THEN, she just wanted to sit in my car. She went in, got the cheesecake, two forks and we sat in my car for about half an hour. It was fun. Told her stories.
Then we went upstairs and talked while watching Cheers.
She bitched the entire three hours it lasted for her. Yes, I apologized a lot because I should have paid attention and made her stop at three hits, not her 10th one, haha.
But it was fun for me, because Casey NEVER freaks out. I enjoyed myself.
Ah, last night. What can I say? I went for a drive, and yes, that is code for what you think it is.
The bitch of a step-sister (Casey's) stole my lighter. I loved that thing. It was only a bic, but still. So, I had to get the big one that lights grills and such. So, as I'm driving, I try to light it. I light the fucking middle, not the end. What a waste. I smoke some, throw it out the window, I wasn't going to begin to pull over and get it to burn out so I could pull it in half to salvage. Psh.
Anyway. Came home, paranoid as fuck. Went straight to my room, played around with photoshop, talked to Stacy Dawes who recently added me on FB.
I hate that place. I lost the bet, so I cannot delete.
Stacy had been friends with Cricket since birth.
Oh god. Within the first three minutes of our fucking conversation, she mentioned how I was high and how she hangs out with Cricket at least once a week. How she slid into that was, 'when's the last time you saw cricket lol'
I deleted her, and Alex.
But, shouldn't I take it as a compliment? Those people... They just can't get over me, or forget about my existent so easily as I can theirs. Sad. I'm so cool.
Afterwards, I texted Casey around 2AM:
And Stacy Dawes added me and now she's talking about seeing cricket once a week. Wtf? I'm thinking of deleting her right away.
Sorry you fell asleep. I'm stimulating and you're too snobby to feel it. Sad. I'm up for another hour because I'm young and able.
Fuck you because you fell asleep - I'm bored. Oh well. Hope you have/had nightmares!
I'm so rad.
OH!
That pic I photoshopped. Discovered the dodge tool.
http://i44.tinypic.com/2cxc5lc.jpg
Fuck yes. I look so noble.
Casey had WAY too much.
To the point where she started freaking out, getting paranoid, her body felt weird and she started to jitter. Surprisingly, I didn't find it a buzzkill.
Now the walk to the spot we did it at was long and we had to jump over a small fence too. Casey was at her peak, freaking the fuck out. I was sitting directly ahead of her, smiling, really amused and her step-sister continued to want to get up and go home.
I put a stop to that because Casey would have freaked the fuck out and would have probably cried if it hadn't been for the THC, hhaahahaha. I'm still amused.
I kept saying, "This is my impression of Casey when she's had too much weed, 'BITCH, BITCH, MOAN, BITCH.'"
So, step-sister left (thank god, I don't much care for her). I was getting Casey distracted by talking and being funny until a police little siren went off and she pleaded to go home.
We did.
THEN, she just wanted to sit in my car. She went in, got the cheesecake, two forks and we sat in my car for about half an hour. It was fun. Told her stories.
Then we went upstairs and talked while watching Cheers.
She bitched the entire three hours it lasted for her. Yes, I apologized a lot because I should have paid attention and made her stop at three hits, not her 10th one, haha.
But it was fun for me, because Casey NEVER freaks out. I enjoyed myself.
Ah, last night. What can I say? I went for a drive, and yes, that is code for what you think it is.
The bitch of a step-sister (Casey's) stole my lighter. I loved that thing. It was only a bic, but still. So, I had to get the big one that lights grills and such. So, as I'm driving, I try to light it. I light the fucking middle, not the end. What a waste. I smoke some, throw it out the window, I wasn't going to begin to pull over and get it to burn out so I could pull it in half to salvage. Psh.
Anyway. Came home, paranoid as fuck. Went straight to my room, played around with photoshop, talked to Stacy Dawes who recently added me on FB.
I hate that place. I lost the bet, so I cannot delete.
Stacy had been friends with Cricket since birth.
Oh god. Within the first three minutes of our fucking conversation, she mentioned how I was high and how she hangs out with Cricket at least once a week. How she slid into that was, 'when's the last time you saw cricket lol'
I deleted her, and Alex.
But, shouldn't I take it as a compliment? Those people... They just can't get over me, or forget about my existent so easily as I can theirs. Sad. I'm so cool.
Afterwards, I texted Casey around 2AM:
And Stacy Dawes added me and now she's talking about seeing cricket once a week. Wtf? I'm thinking of deleting her right away.
Sorry you fell asleep. I'm stimulating and you're too snobby to feel it. Sad. I'm up for another hour because I'm young and able.
Fuck you because you fell asleep - I'm bored. Oh well. Hope you have/had nightmares!
I'm so rad.
OH!
That pic I photoshopped. Discovered the dodge tool.
http://i44.tinypic.com/2cxc5lc.jpg
Fuck yes. I look so noble.
hahaha, he's so gay.
1246amChad
ah yes thats right
(**NOTICE THE TIME GAP!! OR HOW MANY MINUTES PASS THROUGH THE END OF OUR CONVERSATION**)
1:13amMe
sorry.
1:13amChad
its ok
1:13amMe
i went for a drive.
it said you were offline.
1:14amChad
lol why if i may ask
1:14amMe
it's really pretty tonight.
1:16amMe
and I just killed a little bit of the beautifulby driving.
+spce
....
SPACE
1:16amChad
lol
1:17amMe
http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?pid=30748585&id=1196340056
can you see that?
1:17amChad
no
1:18amMe
http://i43.tinypic.com/15y94wl.jpg
i almost pissed myself when i saw that.
1:19amChad
haha
nice
1:20amMe
that's a real, true gay man.
i know him.
i graduated with him.
1:20amChad
nice whats his name
1:21amMe
cody moore
"Cody Ray Moore"
1:21amChad
i think im going to try and sleep have a good one
1:21amMe
peace
I've known that guy since 1st grade. KNOWN OF HIM, I moved way back when and ya know.
Anyway.
Yeah.
We briefly dated.
It's awkward because he talks about it like it was yesterday.
I shiver.
ps - http://i41.tinypic.com/24bn4ex.png
ah yes thats right
(**NOTICE THE TIME GAP!! OR HOW MANY MINUTES PASS THROUGH THE END OF OUR CONVERSATION**)
1:13amMe
sorry.
1:13amChad
its ok
1:13amMe
i went for a drive.
it said you were offline.
1:14amChad
lol why if i may ask
1:14amMe
it's really pretty tonight.
1:16amMe
and I just killed a little bit of the beautifulby driving.
+spce
....
SPACE
1:16amChad
lol
1:17amMe
http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?pid=30748585&id=1196340056
can you see that?
1:17amChad
no
1:18amMe
http://i43.tinypic.com/15y94wl.jpg
i almost pissed myself when i saw that.
1:19amChad
haha
nice
1:20amMe
that's a real, true gay man.
i know him.
i graduated with him.
1:20amChad
nice whats his name
1:21amMe
cody moore
"Cody Ray Moore"
1:21amChad
i think im going to try and sleep have a good one
1:21amMe
peace
I've known that guy since 1st grade. KNOWN OF HIM, I moved way back when and ya know.
Anyway.
Yeah.
We briefly dated.
It's awkward because he talks about it like it was yesterday.
I shiver.
ps - http://i41.tinypic.com/24bn4ex.png
Saturday, May 1, 2010
oops, that one was turkey.
One real quick post them I'm off to bed because I'm already ready to pass out.
This morning, picked up Sushi for me and Casey. The same rushing-you-as-you-eat waitor, aka Joshua, stopped and made small chat with me again. Haha. Still thankful, I noticed.
Afterwards, I helped her move again. Had her laundry in my arms and tried to go through her door. Got stuck. Proceeded to laugh with the HEAVY FUCKING LOAD in my arms and repeated, "Shit, don't laugh, it's only harder."
I was so tired.
But I was determined to help her move her bed and everything today. We did, with the help of guys - which I was surprisingly thankful for.
See, she has this chair and a half in her room. Beautiful, adore it, and I wanted to move it, prove to myself I'm strong.
"Why don't we move this?"
Casey looked at me and shook her head, "Have you felt that thing?"
I lifted one end, "No, I think we can do it." Mind you she lives two stories up, her truck isn't right off the stairs and we would have to heave that thing onto the tailgate and scoot.
"No, I think we should wait for Michael."
"Whatever. Here, I'll just take this stool since that's the only thing I can handle as a woman."
"Alright, you got me, let's move it."
When we did.
Holy shit.
Could have used men.
Shit.
I begged for one to just show up and help, haha.
Took us a good ten minutes from her room to the truck.
Then, I went home, ate supper, left again for April's.
Me and April were sitting at the kitchen table and her little girl, Autumn, three-years-old, was in my lap.
I would laugh and talk to April as usual but Autumn's head was directly in front of my mouth. I noticed and noticed she would always do the cringe thing when I would sigh, take a deep breath, my hot air blowing on her head. I asked her, "Do you not like me blowing on your head?"
She shook it, remarking, "I don't want you to blow on my head because you're ugly."
Oh, it was hilarious.
This morning, picked up Sushi for me and Casey. The same rushing-you-as-you-eat waitor, aka Joshua, stopped and made small chat with me again. Haha. Still thankful, I noticed.
Afterwards, I helped her move again. Had her laundry in my arms and tried to go through her door. Got stuck. Proceeded to laugh with the HEAVY FUCKING LOAD in my arms and repeated, "Shit, don't laugh, it's only harder."
I was so tired.
But I was determined to help her move her bed and everything today. We did, with the help of guys - which I was surprisingly thankful for.
See, she has this chair and a half in her room. Beautiful, adore it, and I wanted to move it, prove to myself I'm strong.
"Why don't we move this?"
Casey looked at me and shook her head, "Have you felt that thing?"
I lifted one end, "No, I think we can do it." Mind you she lives two stories up, her truck isn't right off the stairs and we would have to heave that thing onto the tailgate and scoot.
"No, I think we should wait for Michael."
"Whatever. Here, I'll just take this stool since that's the only thing I can handle as a woman."
"Alright, you got me, let's move it."
When we did.
Holy shit.
Could have used men.
Shit.
I begged for one to just show up and help, haha.
Took us a good ten minutes from her room to the truck.
Then, I went home, ate supper, left again for April's.
Me and April were sitting at the kitchen table and her little girl, Autumn, three-years-old, was in my lap.
I would laugh and talk to April as usual but Autumn's head was directly in front of my mouth. I noticed and noticed she would always do the cringe thing when I would sigh, take a deep breath, my hot air blowing on her head. I asked her, "Do you not like me blowing on your head?"
She shook it, remarking, "I don't want you to blow on my head because you're ugly."
Oh, it was hilarious.
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