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Jun 19, 2007 12:30

This part of my life is called Waiting For Butter.

No, seriously. I'm not even kidding.

I'm making chocolate chip cookies to send to my dad, because he had an emergency appendectomy on Friday night (that I didn't even know about until Sunday afternoon, when I called to say "HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!" and noticed that he sounded like he was dying). ( Read more... )

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vanillapudding5 June 21 2007, 17:01:44 UTC
Well, but I wasn't in Europe yet this time last summer. Even last June was more interesting than this one, and that was after my mom's surgery, when she was sitting at home all day watching Judge Judy.

But maybe that was because I went out of town a lot with my dad and Linda. And my grandparents came up for about a week. And things.

Yeah, the same thing did happen with my mom. Sort of. She had an emergency appendectomy, anyway. But isn't that kind of how appendectomies (...?) go all the time? They're fine until all of a sudden THEY'RE INFLAMED, OMG, GO TO THE HOSPITAL OR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111ONEoneeleventyone?

IF God had answered your prayers with pretty boys, I don't think you would have accepted it.

Oh, I would've. Because you can't deny God's wishes, y'know?

:D

Especially if they weren't stupid like Andy, and James, and Brian. (Who actually don't count as pretty anyway.) I'm not that picky. All I want is someone hot. Who isn't an asshat. Or like, a stalker. Although, I mean, I don't think Brian would've bothered me that much if he wasn't such a nerd, and I was attracted to him. And if he'd had a different sense of humor. And if he hadn't always thought we were BEST BUDDIES and he was my favorite person, and told me that things that I said 'weren't like me' when they were, but he just didn't KNOW me because we WEREN'T ACTUALLY GOOD FRIENDS.

...

So basically, nobody like Brian. [EVER.]

I think all I was trying to say there was that if a PRETTY guy with stalkerish tendencies tried to ask me out, I wouldn't object. (Read: He probably wouldn't have to call twice. Which would sort of get rid of the stalkerish bit. Whatever.)

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