FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

So… to tell you about my day, I have to first (dammit, I lost the game) tell you about Saturday. Saturday was fun, Morganna graduated high school. Then, we ate a lot of potatoes. (Dammit, I lost the game AGAIN. Shut the hell up, Morganna. Shit.) I mean, a lot of potatoes. Like five bowls of potatoes. I was very fucked-up for most of the night, we started smo- eating at about 11:00. (I was also very witty and mean to James while eating the potatoes, something that I apologized for, but kept doing. I think I just get really honest when I… eat potatoes.) Then, Saturday, morning, we got up and had to drive to Columbus. This was not pleasant, or it wouldn’t have been if we weren’t still uh… full on potatoes.

And then today, we wandered around Athens, Morganna, Celeste, Laura, me, and Laura’s skeevy weird boy-thing. I don’t like the S.W.B.T., obviously. So, we were all floaty and cool and amazing, trying to catch frogs and looking at pretty college boys (WHICH OHMAIGAWD! THERE ARE A LOT OF! And, it was mostly just me looking at pretty college boys as Laura has her thing, and Celeste is too… Celeste-y to look at boys, and Morganna has James. And Laura’s boy thing is mostly straight, I think… Laura is flat chested and man-ish though…)

And then Morganna decided she needed sex toys. So… off we went to our friendly, neighborhood sex shop. Where Morganna bought a… dazzling array of toys ranging from a strap-on to a vibrating cock ring (she also wanted to buy a giant, purple double-ended dildo… mostly for whacking people in the face with…). While there, we freaked out Laura. You see, James is Laura’s younger brother. She knew that Morganna was into BDSM-bondage stuff, but really probably didn’t need to know that her little brother was bi (Morganna outed him, because she has no windows in her house and because Laura was being all “OMAIGAWD!!You bought liek such weird stuffff… whyy? Is that liek fur mai bruther, er sumthing?!?!”) and that he was also into BDSM shit.

We also hid a watch in Dan’s house to make him think he’s The Doctor. Nevermind, your geekiness is not as awe-inspiring as mine and Morganna’s. Just don’t worry about it, ok? Ok.

And we ate ice cream on the way to an ice cream shop to shoot pixalated moose (which is now the name of the heavy metal/ punk/ thrash group I’m going to start) and then eat more ice cream. Which we did. It was lovely. We also shot sheep and annoying ninjas with rocket launchers and jet packs in New York City. Aren’t arcade games fun? (evil grin) Fucking Jet-Pack Ninjas. Which… is also the name of a band.

Also, I fear taking showers whit bugs on the ceiling. I’m afraid they are going to fall in my hair, while I’m washing it, and therefore be able to like colonize my scalp before I realize they’re there. Let’s face it, the chances of me finding a bug colony in my hair are the same as finding that child that went missing a few weeks back and the chipmunk that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But, for seriously, I’m scared of forgetting people that I didn’t know mattered to me. Like Luke Tieranny, and John Taylor, and other people that I’m not really great friends with, but put up with my strangeness and was able to provide some of their own. I don’t know…

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