triple posts are for bitches
i forgot to update about friday afternoon.
what a dream it was.
and it all started out because i didn't have 60 cents.
so me and rose called abby for a ride. okay, but we have to walk from the bus stop to the pac.
once we get there all sweaty, we got into abby's black oven mobile and went to starbucks where i found a nectar of the gods called... i forget. some pink drink that had a candle/potourri aftertaste.
we ate baja fresh which i suppose was a bit of a letdown.
but there was the 16 hour talk about our futures, abby's mostly. let's see, she's gonna have 8 kids: the hockey player, the anorexic dancer, the artsy emo one (kinda like me says abby), the robot, the vegan, the autistic one, the gay one, and the other one i can't remember. sooo many contradictions in your motherhood plot, abby.
from there, we went to ballet boutique where there was a quick game of air hockey using shoe heels.
then we took another death ride, this time in abby's sister's death wagon. i nearly barfed.
back to the boutique where we were put to work, but soon abandoned post by collapsing on the floor of the blue room due to fatigue and sunny d withdrawl. she wasn't clapping.
we saw the light of a nearby soda machine, but no sunny d. just overpriced coke.
but then, a ha! a dark bathroom, i suggested that we go inside and close the door. it was really dark. i had no alterior motive, i swear! just pleutonic standing in the dark, cuz darkness is scary and fun, but then i got scared by a glowing toilet, so we were out of there.
then some reclining in leather chairs, with talk about tattoos, abby's tattoos specifically.
the drive home was a nostalgic one. we sang retarded songs at the top of our lungs.
what a dream it was.
and it all started out because i didn't have 60 cents.
so me and rose called abby for a ride. okay, but we have to walk from the bus stop to the pac.
once we get there all sweaty, we got into abby's black oven mobile and went to starbucks where i found a nectar of the gods called... i forget. some pink drink that had a candle/potourri aftertaste.
we ate baja fresh which i suppose was a bit of a letdown.
but there was the 16 hour talk about our futures, abby's mostly. let's see, she's gonna have 8 kids: the hockey player, the anorexic dancer, the artsy emo one (kinda like me says abby), the robot, the vegan, the autistic one, the gay one, and the other one i can't remember. sooo many contradictions in your motherhood plot, abby.
from there, we went to ballet boutique where there was a quick game of air hockey using shoe heels.
then we took another death ride, this time in abby's sister's death wagon. i nearly barfed.
back to the boutique where we were put to work, but soon abandoned post by collapsing on the floor of the blue room due to fatigue and sunny d withdrawl. she wasn't clapping.
we saw the light of a nearby soda machine, but no sunny d. just overpriced coke.
but then, a ha! a dark bathroom, i suggested that we go inside and close the door. it was really dark. i had no alterior motive, i swear! just pleutonic standing in the dark, cuz darkness is scary and fun, but then i got scared by a glowing toilet, so we were out of there.
then some reclining in leather chairs, with talk about tattoos, abby's tattoos specifically.
the drive home was a nostalgic one. we sang retarded songs at the top of our lungs.