And I will find my way...
I can go the distance!
Ok...if you're reading this (Ashley)...then you can see the time. It's frackin early...or late...which is it when you don't go to sleep? Hm? Doesn't matter I guess. I have a distorted sense of reality when I will myself to not sleep. It's kinda fun really. But I've only done it like 3 or 8 times. Mary needed a ride to the airport, and since I'm awesome, I voulenteered. SO instead of getting very little sleep and being very grumpy for work, I decided to get NO sleep and be very spaztic at work! YAY!
So! I was heading out to get gas in my Sunday best, which is black sweats (First time I've worn sweats...holy crap, in a year! It's been a year and a couple days since my surgery...wow!), sandals, and an ugly grey shirt. And guess what happens when I pull up? Some very attractive speciMAN pulls up on the other side. Of course. And not only do I actually have to get out of the car in such a garb, but the terminal I'm closest to won't take my ratty dollars (Shut up, I'm poor). So I saunter (I have to...if I'm gonna look rediculous, I have to go for gusto) over to the other terminal, and it just simply won't take any dollars at all. So I have to saunter EVEN MORE to the FARTHEST OF FARTHEST REACHES to the other facking terminal, just so I can put a measly 5 and 5 ones into the goddamn thing. Then I get to shuffle (Like I said..goin for gusto) BACK to my car so I can fill it up...to a quarter tank...ssh. And let me remind you...the attractive being is there the WHOLE time. Probably laughing in his head. Or on the outside. I can't remember. But I do remember my shuffle back to my car! Just ask, and I'll show ya (Ashley).
So I think I kind of molested Mary this morning. He deserved it though. I had to saunter (seemed to be a sauntering...morning...so far) up the stairs and onto his bed to make sure he woke up. Once there...I crawl onto his bed. It's my second home after all (the bed)...so I should be welcomed at all times, dammit. So yeah...afterwards he confessed thoughts of genocide. Not on my part. But on the part of having to be up so early to catch a flight. Pobrecito.
My dance is coming along slowly cuz I'm tarded, but I'm still very excited. It's gonna be awesome!
Ok...if you're reading this (Ashley)...then you can see the time. It's frackin early...or late...which is it when you don't go to sleep? Hm? Doesn't matter I guess. I have a distorted sense of reality when I will myself to not sleep. It's kinda fun really. But I've only done it like 3 or 8 times. Mary needed a ride to the airport, and since I'm awesome, I voulenteered. SO instead of getting very little sleep and being very grumpy for work, I decided to get NO sleep and be very spaztic at work! YAY!
So! I was heading out to get gas in my Sunday best, which is black sweats (First time I've worn sweats...holy crap, in a year! It's been a year and a couple days since my surgery...wow!), sandals, and an ugly grey shirt. And guess what happens when I pull up? Some very attractive speciMAN pulls up on the other side. Of course. And not only do I actually have to get out of the car in such a garb, but the terminal I'm closest to won't take my ratty dollars (Shut up, I'm poor). So I saunter (I have to...if I'm gonna look rediculous, I have to go for gusto) over to the other terminal, and it just simply won't take any dollars at all. So I have to saunter EVEN MORE to the FARTHEST OF FARTHEST REACHES to the other facking terminal, just so I can put a measly 5 and 5 ones into the goddamn thing. Then I get to shuffle (Like I said..goin for gusto) BACK to my car so I can fill it up...to a quarter tank...ssh. And let me remind you...the attractive being is there the WHOLE time. Probably laughing in his head. Or on the outside. I can't remember. But I do remember my shuffle back to my car! Just ask, and I'll show ya (Ashley).
So I think I kind of molested Mary this morning. He deserved it though. I had to saunter (seemed to be a sauntering...morning...so far) up the stairs and onto his bed to make sure he woke up. Once there...I crawl onto his bed. It's my second home after all (the bed)...so I should be welcomed at all times, dammit. So yeah...afterwards he confessed thoughts of genocide. Not on my part. But on the part of having to be up so early to catch a flight. Pobrecito.
My dance is coming along slowly cuz I'm tarded, but I'm still very excited. It's gonna be awesome!