Who Wants to Pump My 12-Gauge?
Hello people!
Wow. Today is covered in fail. I mean, like, soaked in it. It seems like almost everyone on my flist is sad (including myself...kinda-ish). I'm sorry everyone's so bummed. LOVES YOUSE GUYS.
I was annoyed earlier cuz my parents are reprimanding me bout cleaning and blahblahblah. My dad was pissed for some reason and took it out on me, and my bro got mad at me for listening to my music loud (even though I can hear his music well enough to sing along to it through his wall every night).
But I'm kinda past that now. I've been cleaning my room and it tends to calm me down, especially when I'm singing along to my fave music. I am goin' a little crazy trying to find a place for everything (I get more stuff, but my damn room doesn't get bigger!), but other than that, I'm okay.
It is kinda a blahy day, though. It's sposed to rain here, but it hasn't yet, so the sky is a bright white/light gray, but there's no rain. I love *dark* skies and rain, but *light* skies and rain are fail. They're just bright and boring. GIMME SOME RAIN, DAMN IT!
Anywho, um, I've been cleaning all day, so not much has been going on. I'm almost done with the entire Harvey Birdman series (surprise, surprise!). I've only got, like, three eps left. I wanna watch 'em tonight, but I also have to watch Be Kind, Rewind so my rents can take it back to Blockbuster. The main reason I even wanna see that movie is cuz of Paul Dinello's minor appearance in it. He should be in more things, really.
Oh, incase you couldn't guess already, the title of this post is from (wait for it...) Harvey Birdman. Phil was out with Potamus' nephews(?) and Potamus, hunting and fishing. Phil had a 12-Gauge (shot-gun? I don't even know) gun and was lugging it around. A beer plastic circle-holder thingy (those things you're sposed to cut up so they don't get caught on an animal's snout or something) got stuck around Potamus' snout/mouth, so he couldn't breathe.
One of the nephews reached up to take the plastic thing off, but there was a beer still in one of the circle-holder thingies, and Phil thought that's what the kid was reaching for. He pushed the kid away and was like (*paraphrased*), "No beer for you, that's man juice. Now, who wants to pump my 12-guage?" Hehe. *snuggles PKS*
Speaking of snuggling Phil, would it not be AWESOME if they made Phil Ken Sebben and Harvey Birdman stuffed animal-type things? Like, they make Spiderman ones, I know. They could make PKS and Birdman ones. I would love that. SO MUCH. They'd be so adorable! And you could bend their limbs...and maybe you could squeeze their hands or something and they'd say a couple well-known lines of theirs! :D *done fangirling*
I've still gotta clean out my closet - which is an indescribable mess - so I should get to that. Um...perhaps if something else happens today, I'll write some more later, but I doubt it.
Love y'all - Mira/Doc/Kat *meow*