Jonathan Kent...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Why Johnny?! WHY!?!?!? Why did you have to die?!!? Damn you Clark, you going to fall in love with Lois in a couple of years, LET.LANA.GO.
Pfft, and Lionel being all "i got shit on you" to Jonathan and then at the funeral being all "I care deeply for your loss...HA!"
Okay, I've danced out my Smallville depression...though, and lets be honest, Clark's dad was a Hotty Super Buff when it came to older father figures, let's not beat around the bush, it's true, it needed to be said.
In other news, today we bought a Honda Jazz! because my family is so obviously GAY underneath our Indian/Wasp exterior! It's supposed to be something for me and morgan to learn to drive in, blah blah blah, but I think it's secretly my mum's yearning to see us as gays...At least we didn't get a bright yellow or blue one...She wanted a red one which I would have gladly accepted but we settled for "Alibaster Silver"...I love that word, Alibaster...Calling my first child that muchly.
We don't actually have the car yet though, we're trading in our old one and they don't have to one we want in a manual so they have to do all this shite and we have to wait two bloddy weeks... *SIGH* I am gay, I have a right to drive this car RIGHT NOW! I mean look at that antennae!!! PHALLIC SYMBOL MUCH!!?!?
In other news I finally went clubbing again, for the second time! Woo, i'm HK bishies. I went with Andrew and our friend Roslyn and we went to the leederville which looks like an ormal pub but then opens up into this massive room with a stage and cages and it was cool, a little straight though, hahah i'm such a fag. Then we went to the court where I loosened up a little (yes, in that way), Roslyn on the other hand went in there with a "I'M NOT A LESBIAN!!!!" mentality, not really helped by Andrew telling some drunk banker guy that Roslyn came out last week and this was her first foray into the gay clubbing scene...silly caucasian.
At the court I discovered the joys of the outisde area, which last time I went was a lesbian only affair *cough* bull dyke *cough* but now it's the R&B area which i've been told used to be upstairs but is no longer, it's SO GOOD. Fuck the dancey pop shit they play inside I like pretending i'm black and outside is where you BLACK.IT.UP. I felt a little overdressed though... hahaha, only because I was wearing a button up shirt (oh noes Isaac, where's your collared singlet thing like on QAF?!). Saw many delectable guys, none saw me *pout* but one guy was dressed like Superman and made out with some random...preeeeety hot...not that the guy looked like Clark Kent at all but...eh, fill in le blanks.
THEN. we went to the Paramount.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
I hate that place, it's so seedy and dirty and sticky and I think I got the clap from touching the banister and the music was blah and i saw people from school i knew but they all got fat and i did not want to say hello so i didn't and i got all depresso and roslyn was having fun but I was all like "let's leave now!" much to her chargin.. alas, i am party pooper.
And that is my life up until this moment... In closing.
Pfft, and Lionel being all "i got shit on you" to Jonathan and then at the funeral being all "I care deeply for your loss...HA!"
Okay, I've danced out my Smallville depression...though, and lets be honest, Clark's dad was a Hotty Super Buff when it came to older father figures, let's not beat around the bush, it's true, it needed to be said.
In other news, today we bought a Honda Jazz! because my family is so obviously GAY underneath our Indian/Wasp exterior! It's supposed to be something for me and morgan to learn to drive in, blah blah blah, but I think it's secretly my mum's yearning to see us as gays...At least we didn't get a bright yellow or blue one...She wanted a red one which I would have gladly accepted but we settled for "Alibaster Silver"...I love that word, Alibaster...Calling my first child that muchly.
We don't actually have the car yet though, we're trading in our old one and they don't have to one we want in a manual so they have to do all this shite and we have to wait two bloddy weeks... *SIGH* I am gay, I have a right to drive this car RIGHT NOW! I mean look at that antennae!!! PHALLIC SYMBOL MUCH!!?!?
In other news I finally went clubbing again, for the second time! Woo, i'm HK bishies. I went with Andrew and our friend Roslyn and we went to the leederville which looks like an ormal pub but then opens up into this massive room with a stage and cages and it was cool, a little straight though, hahah i'm such a fag. Then we went to the court where I loosened up a little (yes, in that way), Roslyn on the other hand went in there with a "I'M NOT A LESBIAN!!!!" mentality, not really helped by Andrew telling some drunk banker guy that Roslyn came out last week and this was her first foray into the gay clubbing scene...silly caucasian.
At the court I discovered the joys of the outisde area, which last time I went was a lesbian only affair *cough* bull dyke *cough* but now it's the R&B area which i've been told used to be upstairs but is no longer, it's SO GOOD. Fuck the dancey pop shit they play inside I like pretending i'm black and outside is where you BLACK.IT.UP. I felt a little overdressed though... hahaha, only because I was wearing a button up shirt (oh noes Isaac, where's your collared singlet thing like on QAF?!). Saw many delectable guys, none saw me *pout* but one guy was dressed like Superman and made out with some random...preeeeety hot...not that the guy looked like Clark Kent at all but...eh, fill in le blanks.
THEN. we went to the Paramount.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
I hate that place, it's so seedy and dirty and sticky and I think I got the clap from touching the banister and the music was blah and i saw people from school i knew but they all got fat and i did not want to say hello so i didn't and i got all depresso and roslyn was having fun but I was all like "let's leave now!" much to her chargin.. alas, i am party pooper.
And that is my life up until this moment... In closing.