Bloody Mary...Bloody Mary..Bloody M -
I think I will stop right there. I know the legend is that she'll come when you speak it in front of a mirror, but me being the equivalent of Fox Mulder, I won't go so far as to write it either. I remember doing it as a kid though, and by that I mean my friends and I daring each other to do it but I don't think any one of us ever did. It was a summer thing mainly. Some of the older kids in the neighborhood would come back from camp and tell us the story. We became obsessed with it, but to a safe point of course. Anyway, I called Dean Winchester (866-907-3235) and congratulated him on taking down Bloody Mary. Good show!
Last I saw, Bush's approval rating was down at 37%. Thank you America for finally waking your ass up and seeing what's really happening in the world. A little late but better than never, right?
My girlfriend came up this weekend. We had an awesome time. We saw Seven Samurai (a 4 hour total guy movie) and she watched me play video games because she wanted to (which would make Steph less whine-y, more perfect than other girls)and hung out with the Sugarloaf Crew (you know how we do). I made her my world famous breakfast and together and we went down to E-Dubb and saw my family. I love her so much.
Speaking of family, my dad hated my hair. If you don't know, I dyed my hair red, right down the middle. Spur of the moment thing. Anyway, when Steph and I went down to visit the fam, he made me feel so uncomfortable. He simply gawked at my hair, wouldn't talk to me, but when he had to, would tell me to wash it out of my hair. Or he would tell steph that, which was embarrassing. I almost wanted to say this: "Hey Dad! Hate my hair, huh?!? Well then you are really going to hate this!!" *Lift shirt up over head* "How do you like dem apples!"
One day I will do this. Probably on his deathbed.
Speaking of deathbeds (great transition, huh?), for Halloween I'm stuck between what to be. Originally, I was going to be Rufio from Hook. Now the more I think about it, my true calling may be to be Chris Redfield from Resident Evil (and you know, kill zombies and stuff). Help?
Till next time, I remain your Angel from your Nightmare.
Last I saw, Bush's approval rating was down at 37%. Thank you America for finally waking your ass up and seeing what's really happening in the world. A little late but better than never, right?
My girlfriend came up this weekend. We had an awesome time. We saw Seven Samurai (a 4 hour total guy movie) and she watched me play video games because she wanted to (which would make Steph less whine-y, more perfect than other girls)and hung out with the Sugarloaf Crew (you know how we do). I made her my world famous breakfast and together and we went down to E-Dubb and saw my family. I love her so much.
Speaking of family, my dad hated my hair. If you don't know, I dyed my hair red, right down the middle. Spur of the moment thing. Anyway, when Steph and I went down to visit the fam, he made me feel so uncomfortable. He simply gawked at my hair, wouldn't talk to me, but when he had to, would tell me to wash it out of my hair. Or he would tell steph that, which was embarrassing. I almost wanted to say this: "Hey Dad! Hate my hair, huh?!? Well then you are really going to hate this!!" *Lift shirt up over head* "How do you like dem apples!"
One day I will do this. Probably on his deathbed.
Speaking of deathbeds (great transition, huh?), for Halloween I'm stuck between what to be. Originally, I was going to be Rufio from Hook. Now the more I think about it, my true calling may be to be Chris Redfield from Resident Evil (and you know, kill zombies and stuff). Help?
Till next time, I remain your Angel from your Nightmare.