‘Totes needed the Machete: a recalling of events
It was an early morning and the sun was not shining bright. It was that early. So early that some less particular people might call it night. So incredibly early you might think dipping that stale doughnut into that orange juice substitute that had been sitting in the back of the fridge for a year might actually have been a good idea. And you'd be RIGHT, because it is surprisingly delicious. But never mind the orange and frosting scrumptiousness, it was a night for mischief.
Now, you need a bit of back story. Wait, stay around, it's two sentences tops. I hadn't gotten any sleep in two days and I was going crazy...I tried everything I could to get to sleep: tea, chamomile tea (once I found out regular tea had caffeine in it), milk, hot milk, burning my mouth with hot milk, even lukewarm milk was a no-go...and kind of gross. I was going insane. Wait, I already said that, but that's the back story, not so hard, was it? Even a bit fun? Yeah? Okay, lets continue!
Remember when I said it was a night for mischief? That was pretty suspenseful, huh? Pretty awesome. Well, after eating that sunny-d dipped delight, I started to feel a bit funny. And I also began to suspect that someone had poisoned my doughnut. (Remember that part in the back story about not having slept? That might come into play just a bit here). So...going on zero hours sleep, a funny tummy, and a burnt, milky mouth, I may have been a bit (just a bit) completely insane.
It must have around three that I finally decided to leave. I couldn't just stay around when someone had just poisoned me! And I totes brought the machete to protect myself from evil people on the streets. I mean, you never know what kind of whackos could be out there at night.
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An aside: welcome Russian guy
bodybuilder2007 and random chick
sexy_sherri to my journal! I have no idea why either one of you would want to add me besides upping your friend numbers, but if you're actually interested, just tell me. Until then, I'm going to assume that you're both the same person, since you both added me at roughly the same time. Tell me Sherri, what's it like to be a Russian body builder?