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Brittany, Angela and I pranced to Westfield to see The Village. It was more of a romantic thriller then a horror movie, but I found it somewhat decent. I found it amusing that I was the only one laughing when Luscious was stabbed. Talk about twisted humor on my part. We walked right past the pizza place we were looking for after the movie let out. “Dude, where the hell is Cosmos?” *is standing right in front of it* Ha, we’re such dumb fucks. No one was really on the streets, so we called it a night pretty early.
Went over Mickey’s today for our weekly Monday freak fest. I helped her pack for awhile before we started frolicking. She is the almighty queen of hair straightening, bow down and worship her god like skills. It took us about an hour to get my hair perfectly straight, only to then realize I look much too clone like and continue to stick my head under her bathroom faucet to revive my curls. Haha dude, trying to rinse my hair with a cup in a sink was an amusing site indeed. We pranced around for awhile eating and messing around online and soon popped out the Vodka. Oh man, straight vodka shots in little old me make my chest feel like it’s going to explode. We mixed it with cranberry and orange juice which diluted it a bit, but I still couldn’t finish my glass. Derf, I’m a dork, I‘m completely aware. Bailies Irish Cream taste like milk and rubbing alcohol. Why the fuck do I think everything tastes like rubbing alcohol? Right in the middle of our drinking binge her Daddy called and informed us he would be home in fifteen minutes. Ha, fifteen minutes was just enough time for me to get buzzed and want to spontaneously combust. We chilled in her room after her Dad got home, trying not to fall asleep on each other. We watched Dream Catcher until her Dad decided to take her little sister down the street to her Aunts. Whee, two buzzed chicks blasting music, dancing in rain puddles, and grinding on each other. Good fucking times man. Oh yeah, we tried to evoke bloody Mary . Needless to say nothing happened other then the two of us clinging to each other in her darkened bathroom, and me trying to make sure the shadow behind us was ours. I still say that wasn’t our shadow. *shifty eyes*