Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I Should Have Eschewed the Little Dude.
i just got back from a long and chilly walk. i waited all day, babysitting until around four, then i finally got the freedom i desired. i got all bundled up and headed out at a very slow and leisurely pace, talking to myself as loudly as i would talk to a friend beside me, trying and succeeding to drown out my own thoughts with the words from my mouth. i made sure to take time to compare this time of year to the others, noting how gray and still everything is. nothing moves; there isn't a soul around and not the slightest breeze to make the trees sway. the overcast skies cast a shadow on everything, making my town seem old and sick. still, i had a nice chat with myself.
i walked uptown and circled the square, getting my bearings before getting the courage to go into my favorite and least favorite coffee place. every time i go there, i waste somewhere around four dollars or more on some crappy coffee and walk away very irritated with myself. so i bought myself a $3.50 white mocha and headed off, cursing my lack of financial responsibility and inability to try new beverages. i shoved my hat back on, ignoring any looks i got for having a giant puffball on my head, and slowly made my way over to Howard Park ("Make-out Park," as my dad says), where my conversation was interrupted. she came over and talked to me. she was very petite and pretty, and very amiable. no, silly, dani doesn't make human friends. this friend was a cat. i took a moment to talk with her and stroke her freezing body with my coffee-warmed hands, then got up to go.
well, "Little Dude," as i dubbed her, wasn't willing to stay at the park alone, even though she must have lived just a few feet away. she began to follow me. well, of course i enjoyed her company, and of course i wasn't going to stop talking to her - hey, i had been talking before i even met her; i wasn't going to stop - so she kept on following me.
"Little Dude," i told her, "you and i must go our separate ways. i know where you live, and this isn't the direction. i live here and you live there. go home!"
but of course my voice isn't very scary, and Little Dude kept on following. she walked ahead of me, going up to every door we passed, hoping it was my house so that she could get inside and warm up. i kept telling her that she had a home and that she would be missed if she kept on following me. i shouldn't have been talking to her, but like i said: i was talking before i bumped into her, so i wasn't going to stop. she followed me for a long while, stopping at every door, and i told her where cats lived and where dogs lived, reminding her every now and again that i have three cats at home. she didn't care. at one point, she stopped and i hoped she was going home, but then i heard panicked meows and, being the compassionate cat-liker that i am, i turned around to find that Little Dude was pressed against the ground by some furry black-and-white cat.
"who are you?" i asked it firmly. "what do you think you're doing? c'mon, Little Dude." and she did come away, just like that, without any fear of the other cat jumping on her when her back was turned.
maybe that was my mistake. maybe saving her from a mauling convinced her that i would take her in and shelter her from the cold, and maybe i believed that, too. so we went on our way, coming to a home that houses about eight or nine cats. of course two or three of them made their way to stare at Little Dude, and of course she stepped a little bit closer and growled at them, but i reminded her gently that she was too small to fight and that my house was only a block or so away. she turned around and continued to follow me.
well, what was i supposed to do? let her get killed by a pack of huge cats? nooo!
so she came home with me, greeted almost immediately by my three angry cats. Lily stood up, her winter coat bristling like mad; how dare another she-cat show up on her turf! i made an arc around the angry calico, and Little Dude followed me hesitantly to the door, which i opened for both of us. well, Cricket (my kid brother named him, not me) came out, saw Little Dude, puffed up and froze. and i mean that. he didn't move a muscle, even when i poked him with my toe. so Little Dude rushed past him into the warm of my house, where Wrigley sat on the couch. he tensed instantly, but Little Dude didn't even notice him. she skipped around happily, sniffing the floor and enjoying the warm -until she peeked up at the couch and saw Wrigley. then she rushed away and i began to panic as my parents pulled into the drive; my mother hates animals. actually, she hates everything. except, maybe, herself. so of course she freaked when i warned her that there was someone else's cat in our house. she screamed at me, telling me it was all my fault (hey, i think it's only partially my fault) that it followed me home, and now that i had fed it, it wouldn't leave and how dare i bring a stray into the house? i told her that it wasn't a stray - clearly, it had a collar - but she was so pissed. seriously mad. so i scooped up Little Dude and put her back on the front porch, where Cricket and Lily still sat, shocked at the appearance of a strange cat. well, of course they pinned her up against the side of the house as soon as i shut the door. as i sit here now, two hours later, i can still hear her meowing. my parents refuse to drive me back to Howard Park - oh, no, i could i return somebody's pet? that's just unthinkable - so poor Little Dude is outside, lost and in danger. it hurts to think about who i may have accidentally taken her away from; what if some little girl is outside right now, calling out for her furry best friend, who she may never see again? i feel just awful...
i don't know what i was thinking, bringing her home. i suppose i thought that she could warm up for a little bit, then mom and dad would smile and nod and let me pack her up in the pet carrier and ship her back to her home, but i don't know where i got that idea. i have been reminded more than once today of why i do not want to live with my parents. this poor story of a lonely, cold kitty is definitely what upset me most, but there's also mom's selfishness over shoes. instead of expressing concern for my feet because my right converse shoe has a hole big enough for my foot to fall out of, mom expressed anger at the fact that i had twice asked my biology teacher for duct tape to patch up the hole. mom believes that, by doing this, i have made our family seem like trash and made her seem like a bad mother. here's how i see it: i'm old enough to have my own job and old enough to purchase my own shoes. if my teacher thinks anything about the hole in my shoe, which she doesn't, she probably wonders why i don't buy me some new shoes, not why my mother doesn't. maybe you're wondering why i don't buy new shoes. well, my current shoes are fine. they've got sentimental value. they make me happy. things that make me happy generally piss off my mom, i'm noticing. oh, well. my brother high-tailed it out of here, and even though he's living at a friend's house with three outfits to choose from, i envy him. he's free to have whatever makes him happy... so long as proper shelter, money, and a job don't make him happy.
anyway, i made a kitty friend and i'm not letting her get hurt. i figure i'll walk her home as soon as my family's asleep. hopefully she only follows me there and not back. maybe i'll just force my parents to take her back to the park on the way to church tomorrow. i'll remind them that GOD wouldn't let a cat get mauled for no good reason. maybe that will work.
i walked uptown and circled the square, getting my bearings before getting the courage to go into my favorite and least favorite coffee place. every time i go there, i waste somewhere around four dollars or more on some crappy coffee and walk away very irritated with myself. so i bought myself a $3.50 white mocha and headed off, cursing my lack of financial responsibility and inability to try new beverages. i shoved my hat back on, ignoring any looks i got for having a giant puffball on my head, and slowly made my way over to Howard Park ("Make-out Park," as my dad says), where my conversation was interrupted. she came over and talked to me. she was very petite and pretty, and very amiable. no, silly, dani doesn't make human friends. this friend was a cat. i took a moment to talk with her and stroke her freezing body with my coffee-warmed hands, then got up to go.
well, "Little Dude," as i dubbed her, wasn't willing to stay at the park alone, even though she must have lived just a few feet away. she began to follow me. well, of course i enjoyed her company, and of course i wasn't going to stop talking to her - hey, i had been talking before i even met her; i wasn't going to stop - so she kept on following me.
"Little Dude," i told her, "you and i must go our separate ways. i know where you live, and this isn't the direction. i live here and you live there. go home!"
but of course my voice isn't very scary, and Little Dude kept on following. she walked ahead of me, going up to every door we passed, hoping it was my house so that she could get inside and warm up. i kept telling her that she had a home and that she would be missed if she kept on following me. i shouldn't have been talking to her, but like i said: i was talking before i bumped into her, so i wasn't going to stop. she followed me for a long while, stopping at every door, and i told her where cats lived and where dogs lived, reminding her every now and again that i have three cats at home. she didn't care. at one point, she stopped and i hoped she was going home, but then i heard panicked meows and, being the compassionate cat-liker that i am, i turned around to find that Little Dude was pressed against the ground by some furry black-and-white cat.
"who are you?" i asked it firmly. "what do you think you're doing? c'mon, Little Dude." and she did come away, just like that, without any fear of the other cat jumping on her when her back was turned.
maybe that was my mistake. maybe saving her from a mauling convinced her that i would take her in and shelter her from the cold, and maybe i believed that, too. so we went on our way, coming to a home that houses about eight or nine cats. of course two or three of them made their way to stare at Little Dude, and of course she stepped a little bit closer and growled at them, but i reminded her gently that she was too small to fight and that my house was only a block or so away. she turned around and continued to follow me.
well, what was i supposed to do? let her get killed by a pack of huge cats? nooo!
so she came home with me, greeted almost immediately by my three angry cats. Lily stood up, her winter coat bristling like mad; how dare another she-cat show up on her turf! i made an arc around the angry calico, and Little Dude followed me hesitantly to the door, which i opened for both of us. well, Cricket (my kid brother named him, not me) came out, saw Little Dude, puffed up and froze. and i mean that. he didn't move a muscle, even when i poked him with my toe. so Little Dude rushed past him into the warm of my house, where Wrigley sat on the couch. he tensed instantly, but Little Dude didn't even notice him. she skipped around happily, sniffing the floor and enjoying the warm -until she peeked up at the couch and saw Wrigley. then she rushed away and i began to panic as my parents pulled into the drive; my mother hates animals. actually, she hates everything. except, maybe, herself. so of course she freaked when i warned her that there was someone else's cat in our house. she screamed at me, telling me it was all my fault (hey, i think it's only partially my fault) that it followed me home, and now that i had fed it, it wouldn't leave and how dare i bring a stray into the house? i told her that it wasn't a stray - clearly, it had a collar - but she was so pissed. seriously mad. so i scooped up Little Dude and put her back on the front porch, where Cricket and Lily still sat, shocked at the appearance of a strange cat. well, of course they pinned her up against the side of the house as soon as i shut the door. as i sit here now, two hours later, i can still hear her meowing. my parents refuse to drive me back to Howard Park - oh, no, i could i return somebody's pet? that's just unthinkable - so poor Little Dude is outside, lost and in danger. it hurts to think about who i may have accidentally taken her away from; what if some little girl is outside right now, calling out for her furry best friend, who she may never see again? i feel just awful...
i don't know what i was thinking, bringing her home. i suppose i thought that she could warm up for a little bit, then mom and dad would smile and nod and let me pack her up in the pet carrier and ship her back to her home, but i don't know where i got that idea. i have been reminded more than once today of why i do not want to live with my parents. this poor story of a lonely, cold kitty is definitely what upset me most, but there's also mom's selfishness over shoes. instead of expressing concern for my feet because my right converse shoe has a hole big enough for my foot to fall out of, mom expressed anger at the fact that i had twice asked my biology teacher for duct tape to patch up the hole. mom believes that, by doing this, i have made our family seem like trash and made her seem like a bad mother. here's how i see it: i'm old enough to have my own job and old enough to purchase my own shoes. if my teacher thinks anything about the hole in my shoe, which she doesn't, she probably wonders why i don't buy me some new shoes, not why my mother doesn't. maybe you're wondering why i don't buy new shoes. well, my current shoes are fine. they've got sentimental value. they make me happy. things that make me happy generally piss off my mom, i'm noticing. oh, well. my brother high-tailed it out of here, and even though he's living at a friend's house with three outfits to choose from, i envy him. he's free to have whatever makes him happy... so long as proper shelter, money, and a job don't make him happy.
anyway, i made a kitty friend and i'm not letting her get hurt. i figure i'll walk her home as soon as my family's asleep. hopefully she only follows me there and not back. maybe i'll just force my parents to take her back to the park on the way to church tomorrow. i'll remind them that GOD wouldn't let a cat get mauled for no good reason. maybe that will work.
Friday, November 21, 2008
My Love is Greasy, Fattening Murder on a Bun.
a dragon-sized cheeseburger for my dragon-sized love for you. if you're even reading this blog, i must love you lots.
The Kraken.
bethany requested i do this.
DIRECTIONS:
1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends. (no.)
6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.
If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say? Magical Mystery Tour.
[hey, that sounds kind of cool, even though it makes no sense.]
How Would You Describe Yourself? Simple and Clean.
[that works quite nicely, actually. fucking SWEET.]
What Do You Like in a girl/guy? Sha La La La La!
[i do enjoy that sha-la-la-la-la kind of feeling when i'm crushing on a boy. :D]
What is Your Life's Purpose? A Shot of Rhythm and Blues.
[okay, then. i'd better start taking singing lessons. or maybe saxophone lessons!]
What is Your Life Motto? Drops of Jupiter.
[gee, i just love my random music on iTunes.]
What Do Your Friends Think of You? That Green Gentleman.
[hey, i'm not green! nor am i a gentleman. big meanies.]
What Do You Think of Your Parents? Romeo and Juliet.
[it works. my parents are ultra lovey-dovey and i don't appreciate it.]
What Do You Often Find Yourself Thinking About? Some Other Guy.
[ahaha. totally kick-ass and relatively true.]
What is 2+2? Leave Your Bourbon on the Shelf.
[i'm gonna need it if you start giving me math problems to solve.]
What Do You Think of Your Best Friend? Stop the Dams.
[huh. i'm... not getting anything out of that one.]
What Do You Think of the Person You Like? I Got a Woman.
[uhm... i can assure you that i am not into chicks.]
What Is Your Life Story? Ticket to Ride.
[hmm... yes. yes, my life is a carnival ride of sorts.]
What do you want to be when you grow up? Prelude in E minor.
[aww, that one's no fun. maybe i'll be a composer, then. i'll be CHOPIN! i'll go back in time, kill chopin and take his place in history. mwahahaha.]
What do you think of when you see the person you like? Happiness is a Warm Gun.
[i probably do want to kill him, whoever he is.]
What will you dance to at your wedding? I'll Fly Away.
[it's true. i probably will fly away. i can't get married; i'll panic and run for the hills!]
What will they play at your funeral? You Spin Me Right Round.
[fuck yeah. everyone will rock out at my funeral.]
What is your hobby/interest? Roll Over Beethoven.
[does that seem sexual to you? because i would totally sex beethoven.]
What is your biggest fear? Hello Goodbye.
[it's true! i'm afraid of abandonment. but only a little, so it's a kind of lie.]
What is your biggest secret? Matters of Blood and Connection.
[i can't talk about it.]
What do you think of your friends? Lonesome Tears in My Eyes.
[i don't HAVE any friends. waaaaah.]
What will you post this as? The Kraken.
[ahahaha. me likey.]
aww, i want MORE!!!
DIRECTIONS:
1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends. (no.)
6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.
If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say? Magical Mystery Tour.
[hey, that sounds kind of cool, even though it makes no sense.]
How Would You Describe Yourself? Simple and Clean.
[that works quite nicely, actually. fucking SWEET.]
What Do You Like in a girl/guy? Sha La La La La!
[i do enjoy that sha-la-la-la-la kind of feeling when i'm crushing on a boy. :D]
What is Your Life's Purpose? A Shot of Rhythm and Blues.
[okay, then. i'd better start taking singing lessons. or maybe saxophone lessons!]
What is Your Life Motto? Drops of Jupiter.
[gee, i just love my random music on iTunes.]
What Do Your Friends Think of You? That Green Gentleman.
[hey, i'm not green! nor am i a gentleman. big meanies.]
What Do You Think of Your Parents? Romeo and Juliet.
[it works. my parents are ultra lovey-dovey and i don't appreciate it.]
What Do You Often Find Yourself Thinking About? Some Other Guy.
[ahaha. totally kick-ass and relatively true.]
What is 2+2? Leave Your Bourbon on the Shelf.
[i'm gonna need it if you start giving me math problems to solve.]
What Do You Think of Your Best Friend? Stop the Dams.
[huh. i'm... not getting anything out of that one.]
What Do You Think of the Person You Like? I Got a Woman.
[uhm... i can assure you that i am not into chicks.]
What Is Your Life Story? Ticket to Ride.
[hmm... yes. yes, my life is a carnival ride of sorts.]
What do you want to be when you grow up? Prelude in E minor.
[aww, that one's no fun. maybe i'll be a composer, then. i'll be CHOPIN! i'll go back in time, kill chopin and take his place in history. mwahahaha.]
What do you think of when you see the person you like? Happiness is a Warm Gun.
[i probably do want to kill him, whoever he is.]
What will you dance to at your wedding? I'll Fly Away.
[it's true. i probably will fly away. i can't get married; i'll panic and run for the hills!]
What will they play at your funeral? You Spin Me Right Round.
[fuck yeah. everyone will rock out at my funeral.]
What is your hobby/interest? Roll Over Beethoven.
[does that seem sexual to you? because i would totally sex beethoven.]
What is your biggest fear? Hello Goodbye.
[it's true! i'm afraid of abandonment. but only a little, so it's a kind of lie.]
What is your biggest secret? Matters of Blood and Connection.
[i can't talk about it.]
What do you think of your friends? Lonesome Tears in My Eyes.
[i don't HAVE any friends. waaaaah.]
What will you post this as? The Kraken.
[ahahaha. me likey.]
aww, i want MORE!!!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
"If You Were a Cannibal, What Would You Wear to Dinner?"
i spend too much time clicking "give me a new question" when i edit my profile page. this question, however, was very satisfying. the following is my response, which was too long for my profile page.
James was a peaceful kind of guy, with kind blue eyes. His skin was soft and caramel-colored, stretched taut over his muscles. His lips were full, his nose was straight and pointed. He was a handsome man.
Recently, a woman had moved in next door to James. He had been sitting outside with a book when the moving van had pulled up. He watched her, with bored curiosity, as she hopped out of the passenger seat and went around to speak to the movers. She wore a t-shirt, jeans, and tattered converse high-tops. Her long, brown hair fell down her back, and she wore a lock of it tucked behind her ear. She was plain-looking, without any makeup or defined style. She glanced at James for a moment, her eyes sweeping up his figure, taking in his muscled physique and healthy, glowing skin. She rose one eyebrow briefly, her eyes going out of focus for a moment, then turned her attention back to the movers.
The next day, the doorbell rang. James took his time getting to the door, walking slowly and confidently. He wasn't surprised when he turned the knob.
"Hey, I'm sure you already know this, but I just moved in next door. I'm Danielle."
She held out her hand, which was almost completely engulfed by James's as he shook it.
"James," he replied, nodding curtly.
"James." She smiled widely, seemingly very pleased. "Well, nice to meetcha. I'll let you go. See you around!" She giggled, turned around, and bounced across his yard to her own.
James lifted his eyebrows and shut the door.
Surprisingly, James found himself thinking about Danielle throughout the week. She had a very plain appearance, but happiness poured from her every pore. She seemed to be an interesting person, and James was curious. Four days after her visit, he went to see her.
"Hey, James," she chirped as she opened the door. She giggled, as if his name was funny.
"Uh, hey," he replied, slightly perturbed by her laughter. He hesitated for only a moment, then went on. "I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place for dinner later."
He wasn't nervous. He knew what he looked like, and he had never been turned down. He glanced behind Danielle, where a pile of boxes stood tall in the dining room. She hadn't unpacked?
Danielle smiled slyly. "Sure," she answered. "I'll be over at seven." Then she shut the door.
James looked at the clock, setting plates on the table. 6:53. He stood, checking the spread on the table. He hoped Danielle wasn't a vegetarian; he had made steak fajitas. He cocked his head to one side, wondering vaguely if she liked Mexican food.
He glanced in the mirror by the door, tousling his dark hair with his fingers. He pulled the hem of his t-shirt down, hoping Danielle hadn't gotten too dressed up.
When he opened the door to greet her, he was shocked to see that she had barely gotten dressed at all.
He barely had a moment to take in the black leather, red lace and sharp stilettos before she pushed him back against the wall, slamming the door behind her.
"Hello, James," she said casually, as if her leg was not wrapped around his waist.
"Hey," he replied gruffly. "Uhm, what are you-?"
"Do you really need to finish that question, James?" Danielle's lips formed the words carefully, slowly, red lips against white teeth. James bit his bottom lip. She didn't look plain at all anymore.
"Why?" he asked instead, his eyes traveling down to her chest.
"Why the hell not?"
James, quickly realizing that he enjoyed this surprise, pulled Danielle's other leg up around him and kissed her neck, walking them to the couch, where he lay down with her and began kissing the length of her body. The happiness that she radiated was diluted now, mixed with lust and something else... James came up to those red lips, his eyelids heavy, and he kissed her.
Which, of course, gave her the perfect opportunity to reach up and slit his throat.
He tasted just as delicious as he looked.
James was a peaceful kind of guy, with kind blue eyes. His skin was soft and caramel-colored, stretched taut over his muscles. His lips were full, his nose was straight and pointed. He was a handsome man.
Recently, a woman had moved in next door to James. He had been sitting outside with a book when the moving van had pulled up. He watched her, with bored curiosity, as she hopped out of the passenger seat and went around to speak to the movers. She wore a t-shirt, jeans, and tattered converse high-tops. Her long, brown hair fell down her back, and she wore a lock of it tucked behind her ear. She was plain-looking, without any makeup or defined style. She glanced at James for a moment, her eyes sweeping up his figure, taking in his muscled physique and healthy, glowing skin. She rose one eyebrow briefly, her eyes going out of focus for a moment, then turned her attention back to the movers.
The next day, the doorbell rang. James took his time getting to the door, walking slowly and confidently. He wasn't surprised when he turned the knob.
"Hey, I'm sure you already know this, but I just moved in next door. I'm Danielle."
She held out her hand, which was almost completely engulfed by James's as he shook it.
"James," he replied, nodding curtly.
"James." She smiled widely, seemingly very pleased. "Well, nice to meetcha. I'll let you go. See you around!" She giggled, turned around, and bounced across his yard to her own.
James lifted his eyebrows and shut the door.
Surprisingly, James found himself thinking about Danielle throughout the week. She had a very plain appearance, but happiness poured from her every pore. She seemed to be an interesting person, and James was curious. Four days after her visit, he went to see her.
"Hey, James," she chirped as she opened the door. She giggled, as if his name was funny.
"Uh, hey," he replied, slightly perturbed by her laughter. He hesitated for only a moment, then went on. "I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place for dinner later."
He wasn't nervous. He knew what he looked like, and he had never been turned down. He glanced behind Danielle, where a pile of boxes stood tall in the dining room. She hadn't unpacked?
Danielle smiled slyly. "Sure," she answered. "I'll be over at seven." Then she shut the door.
James looked at the clock, setting plates on the table. 6:53. He stood, checking the spread on the table. He hoped Danielle wasn't a vegetarian; he had made steak fajitas. He cocked his head to one side, wondering vaguely if she liked Mexican food.
He glanced in the mirror by the door, tousling his dark hair with his fingers. He pulled the hem of his t-shirt down, hoping Danielle hadn't gotten too dressed up.
When he opened the door to greet her, he was shocked to see that she had barely gotten dressed at all.
He barely had a moment to take in the black leather, red lace and sharp stilettos before she pushed him back against the wall, slamming the door behind her.
"Hello, James," she said casually, as if her leg was not wrapped around his waist.
"Hey," he replied gruffly. "Uhm, what are you-?"
"Do you really need to finish that question, James?" Danielle's lips formed the words carefully, slowly, red lips against white teeth. James bit his bottom lip. She didn't look plain at all anymore.
"Why?" he asked instead, his eyes traveling down to her chest.
"Why the hell not?"
James, quickly realizing that he enjoyed this surprise, pulled Danielle's other leg up around him and kissed her neck, walking them to the couch, where he lay down with her and began kissing the length of her body. The happiness that she radiated was diluted now, mixed with lust and something else... James came up to those red lips, his eyelids heavy, and he kissed her.
Which, of course, gave her the perfect opportunity to reach up and slit his throat.
He tasted just as delicious as he looked.
Germerica: A Bearded Nation.
hey, guys! bethany made a new blog post, so i figure i'll follow in her footsteps, as always. here i am! what do i have to tell you about today? more worthless junk! hurrah! hurrah!
first off: CYBERNATIONS. GERMERICA. bad-ass. Germerica is my nation. i'm dan the WOman. Germerica is a brilliant, brilliant nation... waaaaaaaaaah! it's ranked #24,572 of 28,783 nations (85.37%)... but it's getting better every day. hells yeah. i try and check up on it daily. i can thank my buddy, the bearded man, for getting me involved with an addicting game. i like ruling my own totalitarian nation. i don't like my citizens' choice in religion, but whatever... the bearded man is one great nerd of a guy. his nation kicks my nation's ass. he says i should pass a law in my nation that states that every male citizen must have a beard. i agree wholeheartedly. every dude in my nation needs to be able to grow and maintain a beard. beardless children must stay in boarding schools until they have beards. (no. i can't actually do this on cybernations. if only, if only.)
let's see... uhhhhhhh. i'm grounded again... yeah. i'm kind of unhappy with that right now. it's a lovely day today, and i want to go out. i haven't been uptown - or is it downtown? - in a while, and i really want to see my quaint city in leafless autumn. i feel so very distant from my beloved city of floaters. i feel like (SECRET FRIEND) gets to be out and about all the time, but i don't get to be. you know what? i don't even know what (SECRET FRIEND) does with her life. she's involved with some nasty stuff, i know, so i only think that she goes around town a lot. truth is, she probably just hangs out in some smoky basement somewhere. no offense, (SECRET FRIEND).
uhm... yeah, i'm not doing much in my life. i don't need to do anything. i'm just so damn happy, and i'm reveling in the beauty of this rare occasion. everything is so damn great! i've brushed off all the problems in my life. they're gone, even if a few friends and acquaintances have gone as well. i've made new friends in the process. and i've become more of a nerd. great. (i mean that.)
first off: CYBERNATIONS. GERMERICA. bad-ass. Germerica is my nation. i'm dan the WOman. Germerica is a brilliant, brilliant nation... waaaaaaaaaah! it's ranked #24,572 of 28,783 nations (85.37%)... but it's getting better every day. hells yeah. i try and check up on it daily. i can thank my buddy, the bearded man, for getting me involved with an addicting game. i like ruling my own totalitarian nation. i don't like my citizens' choice in religion, but whatever... the bearded man is one great nerd of a guy. his nation kicks my nation's ass. he says i should pass a law in my nation that states that every male citizen must have a beard. i agree wholeheartedly. every dude in my nation needs to be able to grow and maintain a beard. beardless children must stay in boarding schools until they have beards. (no. i can't actually do this on cybernations. if only, if only.)
let's see... uhhhhhhh. i'm grounded again... yeah. i'm kind of unhappy with that right now. it's a lovely day today, and i want to go out. i haven't been uptown - or is it downtown? - in a while, and i really want to see my quaint city in leafless autumn. i feel so very distant from my beloved city of floaters. i feel like (SECRET FRIEND) gets to be out and about all the time, but i don't get to be. you know what? i don't even know what (SECRET FRIEND) does with her life. she's involved with some nasty stuff, i know, so i only think that she goes around town a lot. truth is, she probably just hangs out in some smoky basement somewhere. no offense, (SECRET FRIEND).
uhm... yeah, i'm not doing much in my life. i don't need to do anything. i'm just so damn happy, and i'm reveling in the beauty of this rare occasion. everything is so damn great! i've brushed off all the problems in my life. they're gone, even if a few friends and acquaintances have gone as well. i've made new friends in the process. and i've become more of a nerd. great. (i mean that.)
Saturday, November 1, 2008
"Stik Figurs R VERSABLE"
msn drawing chats are FUN. have i ever told you to read bethany's blog? i'm certain i have, but here's a reminder: dancingonthedock.blogspot.com. yeah. we have some badass drawing chats. we make stories with little stick figures and dudes like the emo girl here. she and bethany's stick figure fell in love and went shopping. what a happy ending.
we've had other drawing chats, toooooo. liiiiiike:
yeah. bethany and i are going to make one of those fake websites to hold all of our wonderful stories. let her get me a URL real quicklike... okay, here. it's under construction right now, but in a little while, i'm sure that link will work wonders for you.the drawings shown in this blog post are both mine. you should see bethany's. fun stuff, fun stuff. go to that fake website someday, and maybe you'll see them. you may not be entertained, since we're idiots, but you can at least try. keep an open mind to our idiocy, and maybe you'll at least crack a smile.
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