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Man, I just got all shaky and overcome with emotion and had to stop.
It was weird.. I was just sitting here, talking to an old friend, smoking a cigarette, and listening to some music, and I got really cold and tense all over.. My stomach started to tremble and I felt like.. Not.. Like I was going to throw up, but like nothing was ever going to enter or leave my stomach ever again.
I hate when that happens.
So, I'm spending a quiet, relaxing day at home. I was feeling like poopy shit last night.. Just tired and listless. I was supposed to go out with Brenda, but she didn't call me till around four-thirty, and Ronnie's sister had already called and said she was on her way over to watch House of Wax.. So.. I dunno. I feel bad because I know she wanted to see me, and I wanted to see her too, but I didn't know if we were going out or not and Karen called.
So Karen came over and we watched House of Wax. After she left, I was supposed to call Bridgit and see if her and Shawn wanted to head up this way and go to the Incredible Pizza Company with me and Ronnie, but Karen ended up staying till almost ten, and I think the Incredible Pizza Company closes at eleven or midnight. Either way, they'd have driven all the way up here from Tomball to spend an hour there. Not really worth it. So we rescheduled for weekend after next. And it's written in indelible ink! I swore on Bridgit's huge bazombas.
House of Wax was okay. Not a Hilton fan, so I must say it was INCREDIBLY entertaining to see her get whacked. Pretty gruesome.
Same for Saw 2 last weekend.. I mean, since when did it become okay for plots to suck, or be TOO twisty-turny just for shock value.. And for the filmmakers to load the movie with twenty-five gallons of blood and intestine and expect it to all be okay?! How about a plot that's actually freakin' SCARY for a change?! Okay, maybe I should shut up.. Those who can, do. Those who can't, critique.
Though if I could overcome this CRIPPLING ADD, I think I could actually write something one day. Eh.
So next weekend should be hopefully very eventful. If everything goes the way I'd like it to go, it'll be like this. Kate will come pick me up from Tyler's birthday party Saturday around two, we'll go acquire a Brandon, possibly meet Brenda and Colton somewhere, then go to Ren Fest. Hang out there for a little while, then take the Bran the Man home and turn around and come home ourselves. Brenda and Colton welcome to follow.
Sunday, I'm doing nuthink. I'm locking myself inside and sleeping!
Things have been pretty okay lately.. Hopefully the ol' Pussy Wagon passes inspection next week. Then we pay ten bucks to the court and *poof* everything's taken care of. *prays* I mean, I feel like I've been doing good things lately and I want some good karma! As Homer would say, "Give me some inner peace or I'll mop the floor with ya!"
I had a great time with Brenda last weekend. She came over here (after renting a freakin' car to come see me! God.. Hello, guilty! *grin).. So she gets here, looks cute (Man, after some of my past experiences? *shudder* She should have had little golden wavy lines coming off of her whilst choral music swelled in the background!). We ended up going to the liquor store.. Getting some vodka. I totally drove the Clizzown Car (PT Cruiser) around, and you just know I felt like a pimp. *grin*
So we end up back here, outside for a "cigarette," and we end up kissing and eventually.. well, yeah. Then we came inside and started watching a movie and drinking and listening to music and then we went in the living room and.. well, yeah. There was a lot that was.. well, yeah. *grin*
At least ten times. The front porch, the couch, the bedroom floor, the SHOWER!!.. It was an eye opening experience, that's for sure.
So, to sum it up..
I GOT SOME BOOTY! .. I GOT SOME BOOTY!
Work is balls, but when isn't it? .. Whatever. You know what I mean.
Typing's a lot of work that I no longer feel like expending. I've updated. I love people. People love me.
*resists urge to burst into song*
It was weird.. I was just sitting here, talking to an old friend, smoking a cigarette, and listening to some music, and I got really cold and tense all over.. My stomach started to tremble and I felt like.. Not.. Like I was going to throw up, but like nothing was ever going to enter or leave my stomach ever again.
I hate when that happens.
So, I'm spending a quiet, relaxing day at home. I was feeling like poopy shit last night.. Just tired and listless. I was supposed to go out with Brenda, but she didn't call me till around four-thirty, and Ronnie's sister had already called and said she was on her way over to watch House of Wax.. So.. I dunno. I feel bad because I know she wanted to see me, and I wanted to see her too, but I didn't know if we were going out or not and Karen called.
So Karen came over and we watched House of Wax. After she left, I was supposed to call Bridgit and see if her and Shawn wanted to head up this way and go to the Incredible Pizza Company with me and Ronnie, but Karen ended up staying till almost ten, and I think the Incredible Pizza Company closes at eleven or midnight. Either way, they'd have driven all the way up here from Tomball to spend an hour there. Not really worth it. So we rescheduled for weekend after next. And it's written in indelible ink! I swore on Bridgit's huge bazombas.
House of Wax was okay. Not a Hilton fan, so I must say it was INCREDIBLY entertaining to see her get whacked. Pretty gruesome.
Same for Saw 2 last weekend.. I mean, since when did it become okay for plots to suck, or be TOO twisty-turny just for shock value.. And for the filmmakers to load the movie with twenty-five gallons of blood and intestine and expect it to all be okay?! How about a plot that's actually freakin' SCARY for a change?! Okay, maybe I should shut up.. Those who can, do. Those who can't, critique.
Though if I could overcome this CRIPPLING ADD, I think I could actually write something one day. Eh.
So next weekend should be hopefully very eventful. If everything goes the way I'd like it to go, it'll be like this. Kate will come pick me up from Tyler's birthday party Saturday around two, we'll go acquire a Brandon, possibly meet Brenda and Colton somewhere, then go to Ren Fest. Hang out there for a little while, then take the Bran the Man home and turn around and come home ourselves. Brenda and Colton welcome to follow.
Sunday, I'm doing nuthink. I'm locking myself inside and sleeping!
Things have been pretty okay lately.. Hopefully the ol' Pussy Wagon passes inspection next week. Then we pay ten bucks to the court and *poof* everything's taken care of. *prays* I mean, I feel like I've been doing good things lately and I want some good karma! As Homer would say, "Give me some inner peace or I'll mop the floor with ya!"
I had a great time with Brenda last weekend. She came over here (after renting a freakin' car to come see me! God.. Hello, guilty! *grin).. So she gets here, looks cute (Man, after some of my past experiences? *shudder* She should have had little golden wavy lines coming off of her whilst choral music swelled in the background!). We ended up going to the liquor store.. Getting some vodka. I totally drove the Clizzown Car (PT Cruiser) around, and you just know I felt like a pimp. *grin*
So we end up back here, outside for a "cigarette," and we end up kissing and eventually.. well, yeah. Then we came inside and started watching a movie and drinking and listening to music and then we went in the living room and.. well, yeah. There was a lot that was.. well, yeah. *grin*
At least ten times. The front porch, the couch, the bedroom floor, the SHOWER!!.. It was an eye opening experience, that's for sure.
So, to sum it up..
I GOT SOME BOOTY! .. I GOT SOME BOOTY!
Work is balls, but when isn't it? .. Whatever. You know what I mean.
Typing's a lot of work that I no longer feel like expending. I've updated. I love people. People love me.
*resists urge to burst into song*