I had a dream last night that a large group of us had to shoot missles at the enemy. Out of our asses. It wasn't even a funny dram. We all very grimly had to carefully aim our asses and shoot missles. There was geniune fear in all of us.
But it's funny now. I'm going to be laughing about that all night. Truck drivers and weary commuters will think working at the truckstop has finally driven me insane.
My world is better for you being part of it, Miss Annie. No, really. Ass-missiles aside, I mean that.
Coincidentally, have you ever put the opening credits of P&TB, where all the words are flying around, on slow? A bunch of random junk shows up including something along the lines of "Don't tell Brain about my secret message! NARF", and then you get "I know about your silly secret message, Pinky" XD Something random I happen to know since I was a sad child who put that on slow just to read the lyrics.
I just spent a good two minutes laughing about that. "Mississippi loves pickles". *snerk* I had a retainer when I was younger, but it was a thin metal one that wasn't removable and was attached to my bottom row of teeth. After a while I was able to get a spoon under it and it broke. Luckily by then I didn't really need it anymore, so my mom took me to get it removed and they tried to talk her into getting me braces, but I never had them. Now my teeth are more or less straight, but the top row has about five gaps, including one in between my two front teeth. I also have a fang on my left side that I inherited from my aunt. And let me tell you, when I accidentally bite my lip with that thing, it hurts like an absolute bitch.
Um. In closing, I could never be a dentist. Or a doctor. People are disgusting and there aren't enough sterilized gloves in the world.
Tomorrow is/ would have been minand Hampton's two year anniversary. I didn't realie it when he and I made plans to meet for coffee today that got postoned to dinner tomorrow so we c talk about why he was so sentimental and weird at me when he came over just before NYE for a late night "booty call". Now I can't stop crying. I want to see him and be with him and just relax and see if we really can be friends in the long term. But what the hell were the fates thinking when all of this lined up....
Re: truths..spookyvilleJanuary 22 2006, 01:06:45 UTC
I want to see him and be with him and just relax and see if we really can be friends in the long term.
Oh, how I know that feeling. I hope you are able to be friends! Sometimes I wonder why we have to go through such things to find love. Maybe to appreciate the real thing? I don't know. I like to think that we'll find the answers in the end, but when life is over you don't really need them. I suppose that's the ultimate irony. I find that more amusing than most people I tell it to, ha.
Comments 86
And, I don't know what to say.
So I'll just say I love you :D.
Reply
Silent Bob icon! *throws confetti*.
Reply
Reply
As I'm sure there is now for you too.
Reply
My world is better for you being part of it, Miss Annie. No, really. Ass-missiles aside, I mean that.
Reply
<3 ytjgh;4t
Reply
HA! I just keyboardmashed "poit"! Pinky...are you pondering what I'm pondering...?
Reply
Coincidentally, have you ever put the opening credits of P&TB, where all the words are flying around, on slow? A bunch of random junk shows up including something along the lines of "Don't tell Brain about my secret message! NARF", and then you get "I know about your silly secret message, Pinky" XD
Something random I happen to know since I was a sad child who put that on slow just to read the lyrics.
Reply
Reply
Um. In closing, I could never be a dentist. Or a doctor. People are disgusting and there aren't enough sterilized gloves in the world.
Reply
Now I can't stop crying.
I want to see him and be with him and just relax and see if we really can be friends in the long term.
But what the hell were the fates thinking when all of this lined up....
Reply
Oh, how I know that feeling. I hope you are able to be friends! Sometimes I wonder why we have to go through such things to find love. Maybe to appreciate the real thing? I don't know. I like to think that we'll find the answers in the end, but when life is over you don't really need them. I suppose that's the ultimate irony. I find that more amusing than most people I tell it to, ha.
Reply
Leave a comment