Some days -- okay, most days, for me -- you just can't make this shit up.

[vicious_lullaby]

Last night, I discovered that one of my classier specimens of neighbour (the extremely overweight man with a penchant for using electrical leafblowers and/or divebombing into his pool during lightning storms, to be specific!) is actually a thief who ninja'd the retirement funds out of the house of some other elderly neighbours, and that the house two down from his and almost directly behind mine is actually a drug house (at least the second in the neighbourhood! :D), dealt with a metric fucktonne of unrelated dramaz, and I also somehow managed to piss my mother the becunted fuck off by blinking!

Again!

For seriously the third or fourth time now!

:D!

And then it was decided that I absolutely must get myself my very own little tribe of lizards, so that I can name them after the crew of the Gekko State. (Come on. A lizard named Holland? Gidget? Moondoggie? Stoner? THIS MUST BE DONE.)

vicious-lullaby: (I will keep little toy mecha in their cage for them to climb on.)
sandy_rain: (... you should name that toy mecha Exia. Or better yet, Setsuna.)
vicious-lullaby: OH MY GOD NONONONO
vicious-lullaby: THE POWER RANGERS
vicious-lullaby: THE OLDSCHOOL ONES
vicious-lullaby: THEY HAD A MECHA THAT WAS A LIZARD
vicious-lullaby: I WILL GET A TOY ONE
sandy-rain: YESSSSSSSSSSSS
vicious-lullaby: AND IT SHALL BE MY LIZARDS'
vicious-lullaby: IT WILL BE THEIR SQUISHY

...

OH MY LIFE~*