♪: pink - please don't leave me

Cricket wanted me to update, haha, you know you hinted.

Ack, I've been writing on this short story of mine for about a week now. I only have three pages of it. It's such a stereotypical story, too. You know when you get that feeling and just have to do it although it's been done trillions of times before? He's an excerpt:
Charlie Nelson had long legs, narrow waist, small thoughts and hair you could fist and pull and would never break. Charlie’s clothes never laid the wrong way, her words were short, to the point. The way she moaned Ian, smiled when she moaned Thumper, made me crave her even in the tense situation I was in head deep. Thinking about Charlie Nelson helped my marriage and my “career.” It rescued my mind when midlife crisis knocked on my door. I hid my clothes from those extended pleasure trips just to smell her again.
That's my favourite paragraph, haha.

I'm also working on this stereotypical, zombies are attacking the world and everything. I just love writing fear and anger. So, to get started on that one, I just have to get in the groove of my words. BLAH.

I was looking through old entries on my blog the other day and read the first flash short story on that entry and, hahhahahahaha. sladfn dsofjdp. hahahahaha. I forgot I had said that. That's hilarious.

Then, something I don't think I ever put on here, wait, I did... A sentence worth.
Anyway. This is how it went:
Me - Cricket, I think that's a cop.
Cricket - No, it's not.
Me - I think it's the Sheriff.
Cricket - No, man, it's not the Sheriff *takes puff*
Hahahahaha, it WAS the Sheriff. One hell of a funny moment.

♪: poison - every rose has its thorn

SIMS 3 is the biggest waste of money. BAHHH. It's awesome and all, of what I can play with it. My computer keeps wanting to crash every time I go in the neighborhood, etc... More people than people are having the same problem. I'm guessings 3 out of every 5 people are. Oh well :( Disappoints me. I'll admit I'm a little heartbroken. Now that I've seen what happens in SIMS 3, SIMS 2 doesn't seem very appetizing.

I've been clearing out my computer a little today (keeping some stuff for you, Cricket, haha) and I noticed a couple of pictures I kept hidden in a folder because I didn't want my mom to see them. You know, Cricket, the sex store pictures. Hahahahaha. I forgot about them! No, I'm not posting all of them, but just remembering it makes me smile:
March 2008 - St Louis - Spanky's

Cricket's dildo won. Mine was too small to conquer :(

That's us being ID'd. This is not a dramatization.

That's just me in the the shuttle to see the top of the St Louis Arch. I liked the way it was taken and how I look, haha. I kind of miss that hair of mine.

Now I have to start a load of clothes. And by clothes, I mean my sheets.

SAYOUNARA MOTHERFUCKAS.

♪: beauty and the beast - something there

I touched my first fucking frog yesterday! Me and Cricket were outside and a frog jumped out of nowhere and Cricket caught it. Country girls, haaaaa. I touched its little legs, its head and then some part on its neck. A new experience.

She also bought me the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack! Bahhhh. I've wanted that soundtrack for at least two years. I AM VERY THANKFUL CRICKET. On my way home last night I jammed to it. I had my stereo up to 30 and just sang along, haha. I loved when in choir, my sophomore year, we sang a shitload of Disney songs. Including, Be Our Guest and Beauty and the Beast. I loved it, needless to say.
However, when I reached homebound, I immediately texted Pedro. He is also a big fan of the movie. That's our favourite Disney movie.
Me - Btw. Cricket bought me the beauty and the beast soundtrack. And when we smoke or drink together, me and you are going to sing a duet. You're Gaston. I'm belle. Hahahahahaha. Not joking.
Pedro - The bonjour song?:-)
Me - Of course. My favourite one.
Pedro - :-) I look forward to it.
Me - I would practise if I were you. I'm hella good at it. Beware. You're not drunk or something right now? I want to make sure you remember it.
Hahahaha. No reply.

Earlier that day, Cricket told me to ask him if all burritos had rice. They don't. Never fear fellow caucasians.

♪: 蜉蝣 - アイドル狂いの心裏学

Yesterday was an exhausting day.



Decided to go to my cousin's graduation. It was so boring. I'm kind of glad I didn't go to mine. haha. Anyway. 120 kids, she's in the first 20, so me, my sister and my aunt had to sit there through the rest of the hundred and have people scream behind us. Have people keep walking in front of us, squeezing through. Normally, I would say, "Hey, sit down"; "Oh excuse me, I'm only watching the first in the family at graduation"; "No, I'm not sitting here"; "That wasn't my foot"; "I'm sorry for being at a seat when you pushed me aside to get through"; "No, I'm not trying to take a picture of the graduate, that's cool." BUT my aunt is a very, very shy person and it was her day, so I just kept my mouth shut and slept off the anger a little. I kept repeating, "Hey, I forgive their ignorance."
People get on my nerves. The worst of everyone is brought out at the wrong moments.

I remembered a story the other day my dad had told me a month or so back. When he was about 3, 4-years-old, his mom, his grandfather and him went fishing. At that age, my father was terrified of worms. So, the grandfather took two handful of worms and stuck them in my father's pants. My father turned so red in the face and began to wail, walking bow-legged with his arms sticking out. His grandfather laughed so hard, he bent over, hahahahahha.

At work the other day, my mom and I had a small joke which probably isn't funny, unless you were there, in the moment:
Mom - *says something I can't remember*
Me - Hey! That was embarrassing and awkward.
Mom - Like the time you wore Cricket's shirt to her house?
Me - Hahahahaha. That was awkward, you know. She didn't notice, neither did I, I thought it was my own shirt. Her mom noticed though. 'That's a nice shirt, Ichi.'
Mom - *stoner voice* Yeah, I'm a stoner man, I like Guns-N-Roses. (She doesn't know Cricket, but haha, I don't know how to explain.)
Me - Hey! I have one too! I love The Guns.
Mom - Oh, if only I had a baby book and recorded when you started to like them.
Me - Oh, today she finally sung along with The Axel Rose. The proudest moment in my parenthood.
Mom - *chuckles*
Me - Awwww, she did her first Axel Rose hip move. I've never been more proud.
Mom - Honestly?
Me - If only we had a baby book, mama sita.

A few days ago, I went to this small graveyard where I've never been before. Anyway, on this grave, there was this newt, salamander looking thing. I don't know, honestly.

That's the closest I could get without it scurrying away. When it did, I chased after it, yelling, "Blehhhhh!"
It was funny in the moment.

Now, to end this with an adorable picture of Princess, the cat.