Fantastic and glorious day.
The very first person I talked to yesterday was not so happy... the universe is doing its best to make his life miserable. So John, my thoughts are with you.
That said, I had a friggin fantastic day. A. I got up at 2:30. B. Mary Emma is here. C. I went to tuesday morning and got my yoga ball. And called Meg to celebrate. Woot. Then we got home and Mares and I put together my new glass shelving unit. It's so hot, I can't help myself. And I got a sexy new jewlery box. Now all I need are sparklies to fill it with. Yeah. So then we took a late night drive to the bank. To cash my checks from AVIS. Rock On. So I have some money again. Yay. So from there (and mind you Mares is driving the pimpin' volvo) we start crusin' Deale. And by crusin' I clearly mean driving at break-neck speed through twisty-back-roads and being generally crazy. While listening to Christmas Punk. Ohh--note to John, Mary Emma has a mild ( and by mild I mean insane) obsession with the TSO's Carol of the Bells. She is so jealous that I am going to see them. I really wish you could come. *cries* Anyway, returning to the narrative, so we go flying into this dead-end, and we turn around. And we start blasting the New Age musac. And Alex calls, and she and I chat for a min. And then Mares busts out with the interpretive hand-dance. And we just laugh. I don't laugh with anyone else this way--it is crazy. Because we have been friends forever, and we are just stupid together. We aren't even that funny. But man are WE amused. So yeah, once again: time with Mares= bad stomach ache, and ab workout to the max. It is SO worth it. So we turn around and head up towards 7/11 to make our own hot chocolate. I have a huge cup of French vanilla-hot chocolate-hazlenut creamer-cinnamon-mini marshmallow. It was divine. Ugh, Amazing. So. We decide that because it is 11:30 and we have no curfew because we are cool, that we should go wander around downtown Annpolis. So off we go. And we park, (oooh...we PARKED...LOL.) And we go down the dock to where the "Harbour Queen" is moored. Mind you, this is the barely-glorified tug-boat monstrosity on which we had our senior prom. And it is floating there, and I look at it, and I am like, "Holy shit..it is a floating trailer." And Mares agrees, and then I blurt out, "it's a pre-fab Amish Boat..." And we basically died about that point. So, we are walking back up the dock, and there is a baby-Jesus driving a sleigh with reindeer. So, we take a picture with my handy-dandy phone, and then Mares attempts to steal the baby Jesus. And she is like "Damn, that is like super-glued in there. They were totally prepared for some asshole like me to try and steal it. Damn. I wanted to carry the baby Jesus and be the Virgin Mary..."
And I reminded her of what Duckie had said, namely, " Clearly you could have sex with the entire world and you would still be our token-virgin Mary." So then I am like, (out of nowhere) "Hot Jesus." And that is the new phrase. So we are walking up Main Street, and we see this pimpin' minivan with "whack" rims. I have pictures to show people. And we continue up the street, as I continue to drink my insanely sugared beverage, which is still amazingly hot. Jesus. As we are walking up the street, this guy in an explorer blasting classical pauses, like he is trying to pick us up, and he really looks like he is considering it. But then he moves on...and we are SO amused. Wow, those 30+ yuppies. So, we wander up, and wander back down, and I drool over the art glass in this one store. And I turn around, and walk smack! into a huge beam. And Mares is like, "it's time to get YOU home..." And so we begin to walk back to her car, at which point this scary guy begins to seriously follow us. Like pausing at windows to stay behind us and shit. And so we are like, "Shit" and we walk quickly back towards her car, and she audibly says, "Let me get my car keys out," and we cross the street, and we see him pause, and we are like, "Shit shit shit..." But he does not follow. So we get into her car, and we drive away, and as we are leaving we see him walking back up Main st. And he is no longer walking slowly. He was one scary dude. So. That was Annapolis late on the 18th. Well, we head home, and watch a few minutes of HP:2 and now Mares is in bed and I am here. So yes.
Quotations for the day.
Me "Actually, I don't mind giving head..." Mares (unintentionally):"That's how you get ahead in life.
(after a 20 minute conversation on the merits of giving head versus recieving it) Mares: "my lips are chapped..." Me: "Which ones?"
And that is basically it. I had such a good day. And now I am off to bed, and to sleep. Yay. My teeth hurt, damn braces. Good night.
That said, I had a friggin fantastic day. A. I got up at 2:30. B. Mary Emma is here. C. I went to tuesday morning and got my yoga ball. And called Meg to celebrate. Woot. Then we got home and Mares and I put together my new glass shelving unit. It's so hot, I can't help myself. And I got a sexy new jewlery box. Now all I need are sparklies to fill it with. Yeah. So then we took a late night drive to the bank. To cash my checks from AVIS. Rock On. So I have some money again. Yay. So from there (and mind you Mares is driving the pimpin' volvo) we start crusin' Deale. And by crusin' I clearly mean driving at break-neck speed through twisty-back-roads and being generally crazy. While listening to Christmas Punk. Ohh--note to John, Mary Emma has a mild ( and by mild I mean insane) obsession with the TSO's Carol of the Bells. She is so jealous that I am going to see them. I really wish you could come. *cries* Anyway, returning to the narrative, so we go flying into this dead-end, and we turn around. And we start blasting the New Age musac. And Alex calls, and she and I chat for a min. And then Mares busts out with the interpretive hand-dance. And we just laugh. I don't laugh with anyone else this way--it is crazy. Because we have been friends forever, and we are just stupid together. We aren't even that funny. But man are WE amused. So yeah, once again: time with Mares= bad stomach ache, and ab workout to the max. It is SO worth it. So we turn around and head up towards 7/11 to make our own hot chocolate. I have a huge cup of French vanilla-hot chocolate-hazlenut creamer-cinnamon-mini marshmallow. It was divine. Ugh, Amazing. So. We decide that because it is 11:30 and we have no curfew because we are cool, that we should go wander around downtown Annpolis. So off we go. And we park, (oooh...we PARKED...LOL.) And we go down the dock to where the "Harbour Queen" is moored. Mind you, this is the barely-glorified tug-boat monstrosity on which we had our senior prom. And it is floating there, and I look at it, and I am like, "Holy shit..it is a floating trailer." And Mares agrees, and then I blurt out, "it's a pre-fab Amish Boat..." And we basically died about that point. So, we are walking back up the dock, and there is a baby-Jesus driving a sleigh with reindeer. So, we take a picture with my handy-dandy phone, and then Mares attempts to steal the baby Jesus. And she is like "Damn, that is like super-glued in there. They were totally prepared for some asshole like me to try and steal it. Damn. I wanted to carry the baby Jesus and be the Virgin Mary..."
And I reminded her of what Duckie had said, namely, " Clearly you could have sex with the entire world and you would still be our token-virgin Mary." So then I am like, (out of nowhere) "Hot Jesus." And that is the new phrase. So we are walking up Main Street, and we see this pimpin' minivan with "whack" rims. I have pictures to show people. And we continue up the street, as I continue to drink my insanely sugared beverage, which is still amazingly hot. Jesus. As we are walking up the street, this guy in an explorer blasting classical pauses, like he is trying to pick us up, and he really looks like he is considering it. But then he moves on...and we are SO amused. Wow, those 30+ yuppies. So, we wander up, and wander back down, and I drool over the art glass in this one store. And I turn around, and walk smack! into a huge beam. And Mares is like, "it's time to get YOU home..." And so we begin to walk back to her car, at which point this scary guy begins to seriously follow us. Like pausing at windows to stay behind us and shit. And so we are like, "Shit" and we walk quickly back towards her car, and she audibly says, "Let me get my car keys out," and we cross the street, and we see him pause, and we are like, "Shit shit shit..." But he does not follow. So we get into her car, and we drive away, and as we are leaving we see him walking back up Main st. And he is no longer walking slowly. He was one scary dude. So. That was Annapolis late on the 18th. Well, we head home, and watch a few minutes of HP:2 and now Mares is in bed and I am here. So yes.
Quotations for the day.
Me "Actually, I don't mind giving head..." Mares (unintentionally):"That's how you get ahead in life.
(after a 20 minute conversation on the merits of giving head versus recieving it) Mares: "my lips are chapped..." Me: "Which ones?"
And that is basically it. I had such a good day. And now I am off to bed, and to sleep. Yay. My teeth hurt, damn braces. Good night.