can we leave now?
Fun things that happened to me this weekend:
1. I almost died.
2. I made a girl cry.
3. Electrical current ran through me unexpectedly.
So yes, I am now even firmer in my belief that there's no fucking reason to go travel 80 miles per hour in an automobile, (and the word suddenly reminds me of abuelo pinto singing his opera...) Especially if it means that you will half awaken from your place in the backseat when the car suddenly careens off the road. I dream often of car wrecks so in my fuzzy haze i wasn't really quite sure if i was awake or not, even when i decided it was real i was just waiting for the car to roll, because that's always the logical ending to my dreams, and i wondered if i would bleed and waiting for the stop so i could get out of the car and thinking that my mother would be so pissed at me if i died. but then it was all okay.
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She shrieked an annoying battle cry thing every time she attacked. I'm out of practice by a year or so. I am slow, I am sloppy. I do not merit a battle cry aimed at me. I beat her 5-0 twice with every single touch of mine not having right of way. I know I need to work on not doing that constantly. I need someone to rap my knuckles everytime I counterattack, but it works, it pissed people off, and I need negative reinforcement. And then she cried, and I was touched that I made someone cry, because I'm out of practice and have no soul.
***
Sweaty glove, chipped paint on my grip. It was really neat.
1. I almost died.
2. I made a girl cry.
3. Electrical current ran through me unexpectedly.
So yes, I am now even firmer in my belief that there's no fucking reason to go travel 80 miles per hour in an automobile, (and the word suddenly reminds me of abuelo pinto singing his opera...) Especially if it means that you will half awaken from your place in the backseat when the car suddenly careens off the road. I dream often of car wrecks so in my fuzzy haze i wasn't really quite sure if i was awake or not, even when i decided it was real i was just waiting for the car to roll, because that's always the logical ending to my dreams, and i wondered if i would bleed and waiting for the stop so i could get out of the car and thinking that my mother would be so pissed at me if i died. but then it was all okay.
***
She shrieked an annoying battle cry thing every time she attacked. I'm out of practice by a year or so. I am slow, I am sloppy. I do not merit a battle cry aimed at me. I beat her 5-0 twice with every single touch of mine not having right of way. I know I need to work on not doing that constantly. I need someone to rap my knuckles everytime I counterattack, but it works, it pissed people off, and I need negative reinforcement. And then she cried, and I was touched that I made someone cry, because I'm out of practice and have no soul.
***
Sweaty glove, chipped paint on my grip. It was really neat.