"My intestines are having a marathon. They're all winning."
Well, I've hit the epitomy of obliviousness. Go me for forgetting what month it is. >.< I also seem to have somehow hurt my ankle a lot, as it twinges and throbs a bit, but I have no idea where or how I hurt it.
Michealla's was fun. :D We probably wandered back and forth from her house and walgreens about half a dozen times, at various intervals of the night. Ribs were yummy, and we got to hack at the watermelon (the latest of Corinne's "husbands", this time named Robert) with Michealla's machete. Also found out there was a tornado warning, and Nick tried to get out of coming over with that, but then his basement started flooding, and they all just gave up so he came over. XD Of course, he wouldn't admit he likes it when he sleeps over, but that's because he's determined to come across as a cynical asshole. ...who likes tea. Oh, and hardwood floors make sucky mattresses.
I'm now convinced that about 90% of drivers in Everett/Maulden are jackasses. Yes, you blathering idiots. Blow your horn at us, lean out the window and call us sluts (Nick, as well), swear at us madly and promise to run us down... when we're walking in a crosswalk. OUTSIDE OF A CHILDREN'S DAYCARE CENTER WHILE THE PARENTS ARE PICKING THEIR KIDS UP. Dumbasses.
But it's okay, because Kowloon's was yummy, even if we did all feel guilty because Megan ordered lots of shrimp and Michealla's allergic to shellfish. >>;;
The dogs are loving the mud, today. Lizzie won't stop eating everything in sight - she goes to eat Jake's food once she's done with her own. No wonder she's gained about 4 pounds since we got her.
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It was the fiercest battle the little electric type had ever been in. He'd taken down foes far fiercer, far more frightening, with the power to control storms and oceans and magma at their paws, and he'd won. He always won, laws of physics and type-matching be damned. But they'd never outsmarted him like this before.
"Checkmate," Pakkun yawned, after nudging the piece onto it's proper place with his stubby nose. He glanced over at the little yellow rat, restraining a flinch as a tiny spark danced over the red cheek pouches. At the darkly growled, 'Pikaaaa', the pug snorted. What this little rat could churn out was nothing compared to Kakashi's chidori. ...not to say it still didn't hurt.
"Quiet, sparky. It's only fair after barbequeing me."
The pikachu paused, blinked, and hunched back over the board, fiddling at the pieces with its paws again. With a decisive twitch of his tail, the pokemon shoved Pakkun's pieces back over to their proper side of the board.
If Pakkun had been in posession of an eyebrow, he would have quirked it, wholeheartedly. As it was, he gave the best mimicry of Kakashi's "Vaguely amused but won't you just leave me alone to my porn?" look. Oh god, this thing just... it wouldn't stop. "...You want another round?"
"Pika!"
God help him.
Michealla's was fun. :D We probably wandered back and forth from her house and walgreens about half a dozen times, at various intervals of the night. Ribs were yummy, and we got to hack at the watermelon (the latest of Corinne's "husbands", this time named Robert) with Michealla's machete. Also found out there was a tornado warning, and Nick tried to get out of coming over with that, but then his basement started flooding, and they all just gave up so he came over. XD Of course, he wouldn't admit he likes it when he sleeps over, but that's because he's determined to come across as a cynical asshole. ...who likes tea. Oh, and hardwood floors make sucky mattresses.
I'm now convinced that about 90% of drivers in Everett/Maulden are jackasses. Yes, you blathering idiots. Blow your horn at us, lean out the window and call us sluts (Nick, as well), swear at us madly and promise to run us down... when we're walking in a crosswalk. OUTSIDE OF A CHILDREN'S DAYCARE CENTER WHILE THE PARENTS ARE PICKING THEIR KIDS UP. Dumbasses.
But it's okay, because Kowloon's was yummy, even if we did all feel guilty because Megan ordered lots of shrimp and Michealla's allergic to shellfish. >>;;
The dogs are loving the mud, today. Lizzie won't stop eating everything in sight - she goes to eat Jake's food once she's done with her own. No wonder she's gained about 4 pounds since we got her.
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It was the fiercest battle the little electric type had ever been in. He'd taken down foes far fiercer, far more frightening, with the power to control storms and oceans and magma at their paws, and he'd won. He always won, laws of physics and type-matching be damned. But they'd never outsmarted him like this before.
"Checkmate," Pakkun yawned, after nudging the piece onto it's proper place with his stubby nose. He glanced over at the little yellow rat, restraining a flinch as a tiny spark danced over the red cheek pouches. At the darkly growled, 'Pikaaaa', the pug snorted. What this little rat could churn out was nothing compared to Kakashi's chidori. ...not to say it still didn't hurt.
"Quiet, sparky. It's only fair after barbequeing me."
The pikachu paused, blinked, and hunched back over the board, fiddling at the pieces with its paws again. With a decisive twitch of his tail, the pokemon shoved Pakkun's pieces back over to their proper side of the board.
If Pakkun had been in posession of an eyebrow, he would have quirked it, wholeheartedly. As it was, he gave the best mimicry of Kakashi's "Vaguely amused but won't you just leave me alone to my porn?" look. Oh god, this thing just... it wouldn't stop. "...You want another round?"
"Pika!"
God help him.