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OK....I am committing myself to writing something meaningful here tonight...
Ummm.....
Ummm.....
Ummm.....
I can't think of anything. The smartass in my head is screaming at me to write SOMETHING MEANINGFULL because I said I would write "something meaningful" here.
*sigh*
Even the people in my head are making fun of me now.
Well, we survived the big hurricane...which turned out to be nothing at all for us on this side of it. It was a little windy...and a little drizzly...but nothing you couldnt drive or stand outside in. I rather appreciated the gloomy weather. The poor souls who live in Florida tho...well...lets just say if I lived there, I would've moved a long time ago.
Heather was down for the weekend and spent a good bit of time over here. Its nice to just hang out with my best friend and remember the good old days. I swear, no one in the world knows me like Heather does. Except maybe Gabe....but still there isnt a single thing I cant say to Heather. Misty and Rene were over the other night. Rene's girlfriend beat the shit out of her again. So her face is scratched and her arms and legs are bruised. Poor kid. I just dont understand. She says its over and all that..AGAIN...next thing we hear is she is dropping Melissa the abusive bull dyke off at work. Such a shame.
Me and Heather and Misty ultimatly ended up sitting Rene thru "Whats Love Got to Do With It?" (you know the movie about tina turner). That movie just makes my blood boil...hope it did Rene some good. Then we get on the subject of femme and butch lesbians. Heather cant grasp liking a woman who looks like a man. I kinda understand both sides of the arguement....leave it to me to see things both ways..story of my life. Misty was all freaked out over Crissy having a thing for her older brother, Jason. Its so easy to pick on Misty...lol.
So then last night Heather came over...brought Angel who is freshly back from Costa Rica. She said she had a shitty time. Bad travelling companions, I guess. We all ended up on the couch watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre...oooohhhhh Jessica Biel....wet...bloody...white tank top...OH DEAR SWEET MAKER OF ALL THINGS HOLY....PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME COME BACK IN MY NEXT LIFE AS A WHITE TANKTOP...*sexually frustrated rant over*
I think that was meaningful enough for now...lol
*NAMASTE
Ummm.....
Ummm.....
Ummm.....
I can't think of anything. The smartass in my head is screaming at me to write SOMETHING MEANINGFULL because I said I would write "something meaningful" here.
*sigh*
Even the people in my head are making fun of me now.
Well, we survived the big hurricane...which turned out to be nothing at all for us on this side of it. It was a little windy...and a little drizzly...but nothing you couldnt drive or stand outside in. I rather appreciated the gloomy weather. The poor souls who live in Florida tho...well...lets just say if I lived there, I would've moved a long time ago.
Heather was down for the weekend and spent a good bit of time over here. Its nice to just hang out with my best friend and remember the good old days. I swear, no one in the world knows me like Heather does. Except maybe Gabe....but still there isnt a single thing I cant say to Heather. Misty and Rene were over the other night. Rene's girlfriend beat the shit out of her again. So her face is scratched and her arms and legs are bruised. Poor kid. I just dont understand. She says its over and all that..AGAIN...next thing we hear is she is dropping Melissa the abusive bull dyke off at work. Such a shame.
Me and Heather and Misty ultimatly ended up sitting Rene thru "Whats Love Got to Do With It?" (you know the movie about tina turner). That movie just makes my blood boil...hope it did Rene some good. Then we get on the subject of femme and butch lesbians. Heather cant grasp liking a woman who looks like a man. I kinda understand both sides of the arguement....leave it to me to see things both ways..story of my life. Misty was all freaked out over Crissy having a thing for her older brother, Jason. Its so easy to pick on Misty...lol.
So then last night Heather came over...brought Angel who is freshly back from Costa Rica. She said she had a shitty time. Bad travelling companions, I guess. We all ended up on the couch watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre...oooohhhhh Jessica Biel....wet...bloody...white tank top...OH DEAR SWEET MAKER OF ALL THINGS HOLY....PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME COME BACK IN MY NEXT LIFE AS A WHITE TANKTOP...*sexually frustrated rant over*
I think that was meaningful enough for now...lol
*NAMASTE