"Corinne, come out. We have clown pants. We WILL use them."
I liiiiiiive!
And I am never driving in Heather's (Corinne's sister's) car again. Never. O O Between the Korean Ghetto Christmas Rap ("Furck yrou, Santa! FRUUUUUUCK!") and the headbanging driver doing impersonations of the Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp, and nearly crashing about four times while on the highway... *pokes self* Yep. I'm alive. Thank god. x.x
Went down to Newburyport and Rockingham mall to get Corinne a dress/skirt and matching shirt. ...How come it takes the girl so long to find a white tanktop to go with her skirt.
...Driving back. At night. On backroads..? *twitches*
"Alright, Heather, the Death Turn is coming up. Slow down."
"Death turn? What? OH! *evil grin. Speed increases* Is this it?!"
"Agh! Jesus CHRIIIIST!"
*cue mad cackling from driver*
Going over my dad's. Ma's being a real bitch, this morning and last night. Sorry if you went and bought the wrong-size harddrive for your comp, and you didn't backup any data from Dec. 2005. >.> Don't take it out on us, Queenie.
...Is it a bad thing when you want to drop-kick your mother? Just wondering.