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My parents are lovely even if my mother is a psycho clean freak and my father is just psycho. I blame them for my inability to connect with people of my own age as a kid but only because they are so awesome and I didn't need friends.They always have and continue to involve me in everything even if perhaps at times I felt I was too young to deal with some of their stuff.
My friends back home are also lovely even if they do insult my driving skills. I saw a very random french comedy last night at the only idependent film house in El Paso. They only have one viewing room and a pull down projector. The movie is free, but you have to order at least four dollars worth of food and you can hear them preparing it during the film. It was about a man who claims tohave won the lottery and ask an expensive Italian hooker to come live with him. Drama and cookyness ensue and it turns out the man had no money but the hooker had fallen in love with him. Quote: "We made love in the room. Cars are for fucking, rooms are for love making." "Why were you running?" "To turn him on so he could see my breasts jiggle." Haha oh the french.
I use to write a lot as a kid. I was constantly scribbling something, but in the last three years or so I gave it up. I told my dad I was considering picking it up again:
Me:I'm thinking of writing again. I think it is a skill I could cultivate.
Him: Sound like a good idea. You certainly have the temperment.
M: What does that mean? *pause* Disdain for humanity?
Him:Well I didn't want to put it that way, but yes.
ok this is rambly and I'm probably the only one who will think any of this stuff is funny. So I'm off.
My friends back home are also lovely even if they do insult my driving skills. I saw a very random french comedy last night at the only idependent film house in El Paso. They only have one viewing room and a pull down projector. The movie is free, but you have to order at least four dollars worth of food and you can hear them preparing it during the film. It was about a man who claims tohave won the lottery and ask an expensive Italian hooker to come live with him. Drama and cookyness ensue and it turns out the man had no money but the hooker had fallen in love with him. Quote: "We made love in the room. Cars are for fucking, rooms are for love making." "Why were you running?" "To turn him on so he could see my breasts jiggle." Haha oh the french.
I use to write a lot as a kid. I was constantly scribbling something, but in the last three years or so I gave it up. I told my dad I was considering picking it up again:
Me:I'm thinking of writing again. I think it is a skill I could cultivate.
Him: Sound like a good idea. You certainly have the temperment.
M: What does that mean? *pause* Disdain for humanity?
Him:Well I didn't want to put it that way, but yes.
ok this is rambly and I'm probably the only one who will think any of this stuff is funny. So I'm off.