4 posts tagged “pot”
She's jealous.
Her husband is TERRIFYING.
Did she not know he wanted a change?
But she's already made something of herself.
She's made her funky.
Her funky hardcore bob.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Purr for the camera again.
And it's the sluttiest thing ever.
I don't get why she STILL cares.
It's useless to her by now.
Because it's her whole fucking life, IT'S ALL SHE HAS.
It's her funky.
Funky hardcore bob.
She swishes it around for the cameras now.
And it's the sluttiest thing ever.
IT'S HER HARDCORE BOB
HER FUNKY HARDCORE BOB!
BUT SHE DRESSES LIKE EVERY
FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD GOTH KID
Now, let me make this clear.
I have no qualms with her interests or style.
What annoys me.
Is that she's just like everyone else!
What annoys me.
Is her FUNKY
Her funky hardcore bob
That she fluffs in front of the camera again
And it's the sluttiest thing ever
IT'S HER HARDCORE BOB
HER FUNKY HARDCORE BOB
BOY TRIPP PANTS
BAND/MOVIE T-SHIRTS
AND CONVERSE
OH LAAAAAAAWD.
Aaaaah, fantasy.
ABOUT SHOVING GRAMMAR DOWN HER EDUCATED FASE.
Aaaah, fantasy.
Do you?
OH LAAAAWD.
OH LAAAAWD.
FANTASY!
ABOUT HER FUNKY!
FUNKY HARDCORE BOB!
BURSTING INTO FLAME
BURSTING INTO FLAME
AGAIN KITTY KITTY
AGAIN
AGAAAAIN
WITH THE COLORS
SO
UNIQUE
FUCKED UP INSANE STUPID GIRLS
AND IT'S THE SLUTTIEST THING
EVER!
I LOVE DAPHNE!!!! Best band ever, shut up idiots. NORTH EAST!!!!
I just got the internet in my apartment today. My apartment that I moved into and stole half of from Bryan two months ago. My tummy's full of heavy noms and I have no idea how late it is. I have really great sex. Can I just say that right up front? And so many cuddles. And adventures. I went hiking with Young Bryan yesterday through these crazy-ass caves and cliffs that look like they're from Legends of the Hidden Temple only... real. There was even a cool little waterfall we drank from. And found lots of little pr0nfilming nooks and tested one out a bit. I love my adventures with Bryan. XD
And the day before that I went swimming with Chris (young cousin) at the beach and got him caught up on my life and whatnot. Next week I'm probably staying the night at Aunt Sandy's Monday night, so that on Tuesday Morning me, Chris, and maybe Devin and/or Christian (ALL COUSINS, WE ARE PLENTIFUL!!!) can go to the beach near their hood and go splorin'.
I'm listening to old deo's Shadow episodes. I miss that show bigtime. It's a pagan podcast.
Today, I called Mike to invite him over, and he was really stressing about a lot of stuff. Money, finding a new job, sick gramma, stressed family, etc. So, he came over and we cuddled, played with the computer, had incredible sex, rubbed chocolate all over each other in the shower afterwards, got all smoked up, and went out for bison burgers. I like having someone to take care of just a little bit. But not to the point where they need me to survive. I like to spoil Mike, and he spoils me back. ^-^ And we talk about a lot of stuff. We're really alike personality-wise and he likes being a silly five year old with me, including the little voices. And we can relate on a lot of deep emotional levels, both painful and pleasurable. But most of the time, he's just plain fun.
When Bryan got home from work today, he was in a shitty mood, and had this big sad rant about his jealousy and such, because I guess Mike has a habit of forgetting to flush his baseball cards, so Bryan knows like exactly when we've had sex. That was a downer, but what the hell am I supposed to do? He's the one who keeps telling me I should be free to love whoever, however. I know it's hard, and that he wants to learn to overcome jealousy, but I still feel an urge to try to fix his problems, which makes me start thinking I should change things to suit his needs... but that's not what he wants, or what I want. I just want us to all be happy and express how we feel about each other in peace.
Anyway, Bryan did a banishing to get rid of his negative energy, and then we got all smoked up (such a stoner day, holy shit XD) and I showed him ALL the unicorns. Charlies one through three and all of Planet Unicorn. Lucky Star is next. XD By the way, Charlie the Unicorn should be experienced with pot by everyone who's interested in both of them. XD As should a lot of other things. Pink Floyd, sex, walking around at night, bison, etc.
Bryan showed me he's a gargoyle. It was amazing.
Thursday, June 12th
Midnight
That's right, my lovelies-- my lovelies? Wtf? Anyways, that's right... er, yes. That's right, I've boiled once more! In the cutest little pot! It even had a tiny spoutlike triangle on the side for pouring. It was at Niki's/her boyfriend's family's/her dad's house. Where we peep hanged after our glorious adventures.
"What?! Adventures?! TELL ME!!!" I'm sure you're all saying.
Well. If you insist, then I shall.
It was a lovely day. As lovely as all of you little lovelies out there in computerland. And we ventured out into the great unknown that is my uncle's van. I clutched the handle, and with a deep but hesitant breath I STRUCK FORTH! Erm... pulled it. AND WHAT DID MY WONDERING EYES FIND, BUT THE FLOOR? Nothing. No seats. Then we went to Wendy's! Yay!
So, we went up to the college and Niki applied/got accepted. We had a nice chat in the waiting area with a chubby little black girl who was there with her mother.
"Are you TEENAGERS?!"
"Yeah... pretty much!"
"Is that your mom?" (She pointed over at a woman standing at the admissions window.)
"No, we're here with her dad. He's out in the parking lot."
"Is THAT your dad?" (She pointed at a random man standing nearby?)
"Does that look like the fucking parking lot, little girl?!"
XD Just kidding on that bit. We just said no and walked away. Then I gave Niki a short tour of the campus and we each bought a Swedish Fish, for a total of ten cents. We WILL be taking pictures of them. XD
And then... then... THEN!!! we headed off to the health food shop. I restocked my coconut oil and raw honey supply, and Niki and I went halves on a box of organic Japanese twig tea. XD It ended up being REALLY good (that, my friends, is where the boiling came into play. I'm sure you were waiting long and hard to see when it would. IN-DEED. And no, I don't know how one would "wait hard"... if female.) And her dad got us some organic sodas. The brand was Blue Sky. I had ale of the ginger. It ACTUALLY tasted like ginger. DELICIOUS.
Plus it was certified organic by organic certifiers (www.organiccertifiers.com). Can't beat that with a baseball bat.
That was really tastey and relaxing. Except for the part where I was making it. It began with a grumbly "What are you doing?" and ended with her bounding in to spy on me, and shouting about how I'm going to ruin her pots by putting them on the stove and boiling water in them. As if they were designed specifically for anything but boiling water in.
So, apparently if I'm not going to "use the kitchen right" I should find myself another place to live. But that's how it ends every time we speak to one another. Without the bit about the kitchen, of course. Though it seems to be a rather recurrant theme today. Putting away dishes as they're told and boiling water in pots; My God, what has today's youth come to? Next they'll be taking out the trash and baking things in ovens! OH, SAY IT ISN'T SO!
Anyway, I put the cinnamon stick in the water while it was boiling for a couple of minutes, so it was like weak cinnamon tea when I added it to the cocoa packet. It was really good. And I put it in a tea cup rather than a mug so it wouldn't be as watery. I don't use the milk in my house. It's icky (pasteurized/homogenized). But I'll not explain that now, seeing as I'll do a much better job of it in my term paper.
Bleh. Speaking of English Composition, I have absolutely no motivation to write my essay. But I need to start it now so I'm not up until 3am. By then my fingers will be breaking off when I try to type with them. I need some super thin, super warm gloves. Do those exist? Meh. First I need money. Anyway, the later it gets at my house, the colder it gets. My mom turns the thermostat all the way down at when she sleeps (of course it doesn't matter if I'm awake) to save money on the bill. I'm just glad it won't go below 50F (10C) or I'd die of hypothermia in my sleep.
I need to clear my head before I try to write stuff. But it's getting late. Nyeh. I don't give a flying fuck about sex education right now. I just want to curl up with a good book and a ridiculously huge blanket that's just been heated up nicely. And another cup of hot cocoa. And a fireplace. And maybe a little slice of pumpkin bread, maybe replacing the cocoa with warm spiced cider. I bet the pumpkin bread would even be good with a bit of fresh, warm cranberry jam. Mmm...
It would do me well to go wash my face and brush my teeth. My mom yells at me if I use the bathroom while she's asleep.
