Unprepared for the best and worst time ever.
Today I woke up thinking, "Oh. Today is any day." That would be lying, since I actually woke up thinking, "Oh. Nothing is on television."
I hopped online, looking for my usual few good people to talk to. Garrett was online over at his grandmother's so I said my greetings and all that. I talked to him and Sinaed a while, then Robyn came online and it was an even better time. Garrett was going to take Amber to work, and then off to my house he was a comin'! I talked to Robyn a lot more, then Garrett got here and I kept talking to her. It was mad wild I tell you.
Since Garrett likes to play Metal Gear Solid horribly, he sat there playing it forever. I wanted to see if I could have a hat trick good time and rock out with Robyn and my accompanying buddies three days in a row. I asked her and it looked like we'd have a party and a half, but then the tides turned and she could not come along. Sad faces were made by myself and Garrett, and the emoticons on AIM (:'( incase you're keeping the details close) showed it. Garrett was now hungering for a spicy Krystal Chik, and I got rushed out of the door while trying to say goodbye to bobo buddy Robyn.
These spicy chiks are the tastiest treat. We enjoyed them immensely, and Garrett suggested we go take one to Amber at work. He removed all traces of pickle and/or mayonaise and wrapped it up in the nice package it was delivered to us in. I stuffed one more into my mouth, and our tiny legs carried us into the movie theater. What was this? Here was Amber! Garrett walked on over and gave her the good treat, and I stood there avoiding eye contact with the Intimidating Negro Community (IDC). They talked some and we ran to wave to Jesus then we went back to the car.
These spicy chiks are still the tastiest treat. That is something I would have loved to have written there, but I cannot put any truth into it. Cold chicken? Sure, a lovely food. But for some reason these cooled off some and now tasted like tuna. This put a damper on our spicy fresh time, and we were now nose-deep in tuna-tasting poultry.
I'd like to make this a better story and the previous portion of it was pretty horrible but that's too bad. I am too tired to write a big book and do a good job of it. So here is what happened in short caveman sentences.
Go in Matt's house. Sit on Matt's floor. Watch Garrett and Matt play an game. Leave Matt house. Sit in Matt truck. Uncomfortable, physically. Drive around for a god damn hour doing nothing. Back to Garrett house. Play Ninja Gaiden II. Play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (nes). Play Contra. Play other nes games. Make an compact discs. Go see a man and men. Watch Garrett be nostalgiac with emu man. Drive back to mine house. Eated an fungus coated in a tasty sweet. Went insane at first. Was spiritually awakened and centered in heaven. Came back to real life and felt really shitty. They left mine house. Felt shitty some more. Cleaned up some. Watched Star Wars Episode I dvd. Clean more. Drink cool nestea. Sup Jeremy 8-). Type this horrible thing.
Although I didn't intend on any of that to happen and just wanted to see Mrs. Cool herself (can you figure out who it is harhar), it was still the best and worst time I've ever had. If you want to know contradictory feelings go read the god-damned DXM entry.
weird.
I hopped online, looking for my usual few good people to talk to. Garrett was online over at his grandmother's so I said my greetings and all that. I talked to him and Sinaed a while, then Robyn came online and it was an even better time. Garrett was going to take Amber to work, and then off to my house he was a comin'! I talked to Robyn a lot more, then Garrett got here and I kept talking to her. It was mad wild I tell you.
Since Garrett likes to play Metal Gear Solid horribly, he sat there playing it forever. I wanted to see if I could have a hat trick good time and rock out with Robyn and my accompanying buddies three days in a row. I asked her and it looked like we'd have a party and a half, but then the tides turned and she could not come along. Sad faces were made by myself and Garrett, and the emoticons on AIM (:'( incase you're keeping the details close) showed it. Garrett was now hungering for a spicy Krystal Chik, and I got rushed out of the door while trying to say goodbye to bobo buddy Robyn.
These spicy chiks are the tastiest treat. We enjoyed them immensely, and Garrett suggested we go take one to Amber at work. He removed all traces of pickle and/or mayonaise and wrapped it up in the nice package it was delivered to us in. I stuffed one more into my mouth, and our tiny legs carried us into the movie theater. What was this? Here was Amber! Garrett walked on over and gave her the good treat, and I stood there avoiding eye contact with the Intimidating Negro Community (IDC). They talked some and we ran to wave to Jesus then we went back to the car.
These spicy chiks are still the tastiest treat. That is something I would have loved to have written there, but I cannot put any truth into it. Cold chicken? Sure, a lovely food. But for some reason these cooled off some and now tasted like tuna. This put a damper on our spicy fresh time, and we were now nose-deep in tuna-tasting poultry.
I'd like to make this a better story and the previous portion of it was pretty horrible but that's too bad. I am too tired to write a big book and do a good job of it. So here is what happened in short caveman sentences.
Go in Matt's house. Sit on Matt's floor. Watch Garrett and Matt play an game. Leave Matt house. Sit in Matt truck. Uncomfortable, physically. Drive around for a god damn hour doing nothing. Back to Garrett house. Play Ninja Gaiden II. Play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (nes). Play Contra. Play other nes games. Make an compact discs. Go see a man and men. Watch Garrett be nostalgiac with emu man. Drive back to mine house. Eated an fungus coated in a tasty sweet. Went insane at first. Was spiritually awakened and centered in heaven. Came back to real life and felt really shitty. They left mine house. Felt shitty some more. Cleaned up some. Watched Star Wars Episode I dvd. Clean more. Drink cool nestea. Sup Jeremy 8-). Type this horrible thing.
Although I didn't intend on any of that to happen and just wanted to see Mrs. Cool herself (can you figure out who it is harhar), it was still the best and worst time I've ever had. If you want to know contradictory feelings go read the god-damned DXM entry.
weird.