Huzzzzah!!! Back from visiting C-Dogg. So here's what transpired:
First, I am the worst navigator in the world. Yeah, I really really suck. So I tried to give her directions to my house and failed miserably about 8 times until I relied on my trusty friend "Mapquest.com" to see us through. She was like "How do you not know where you live??!!!" lol.
So eventually, she came...and I have her the Empress of the world award, a glitter tiara. Yaaaay!
Her cat escaped from the car and she had to coerce it to come out of the bushes. Imagine pouty, sultry Claudia making kissy noises at a bush saying "Muhammed! Muhammed! C'mon baby whats da matta..." it was quite amusing. I wanted to catch the cat for her but was sure it would scratch my eyes out. Oh yes, I ended up wearing my honey contacts, not my green ones, to which Claudia was like "Are those your real eyes?" and I was like "Oh no, they're completely artificial" **laughing by myself**
Um...so yeah. We went to Haight street and it took Claudia a long time to find parking, because the street was so full. She was driving around in circles and saying "Jesus, in the time i've been driving around I could have had a baby!" Then she parked and had to put the cat in a cat container so she could bring him with her and have him not get fried in the car. Again, imagine the super-sultry Claudia with a determined look on her face, carrying a lilac colored container with a loud "MEOOOWWWW!" coming from it. lol.
I took her and her friend to lunch because I felt bad that I had cost them so many hours driving around in a hot car. We went to this Mediterranean place for lunch. Claudia got an avocado thing and I drank a Sobe because I was too nervous to eat at that point. This is an approximation, but I was approximately 75% LESS funnier and outspoken with her because I was too shy...dammit **shaking fist**
Did you know that I actually paid $20 dollars to take a class in the city that taught me how to talk dirty? Yeah, um, I never use those techniques and I get too scared to say a word, much less a string of dirty ones. So that was basically pointless. A 50 year old Japanese dominatrix taught me, it was fun.
Then we went on a shopping spree thoughout Haight; she has the innate-born talent most women have that I do not-- the ability to pick out nice clothes from thrift stores. She was picking some supa-dupa fly stuff and I was like "Um...red burlap sack...red burlap sack...ah, here we have a green burlap sack...oh, and one purple mumu...dammit!" She has impeccable fashion sense, lemme tell you.
So then we got back in the car and parted ways...I gave her my mixtape for a soundtrack on the way back, I hope she likes it. She's very cute in real life, she has a certain cuddlyness to her, combined with a stoic wit. She's also very mature and down to earth for her age, I don't know many people under 20 who are that cool, but she is the bees knees. I wager she'll find a really nice boy or girl any day now...only the best for ol' C-Dogg.
Wonder when i'll find my princess charming...i'm starting to think more and more everyday that she doesn't exist. But that's OK, because every day I am getting less and less scared of being alone. I think somehow, everything will be fine for "Veronica Woods"...and yes, I must still legally change my name to that, lol. I showed Claudia my ID with my real name and we both agreed that it is horrendous and must be changed immediately.
Well, again I am one spunky monkey, I found out I do not have to work tonight. So now I must fly off in search of adventure, perhaps I will find one at a poetry reading tonight. Either that or i'll go to my friends' house, they offered dinner and a game of Taboo...decisions, decisions.
First, I am the worst navigator in the world. Yeah, I really really suck. So I tried to give her directions to my house and failed miserably about 8 times until I relied on my trusty friend "Mapquest.com" to see us through. She was like "How do you not know where you live??!!!" lol.
So eventually, she came...and I have her the Empress of the world award, a glitter tiara. Yaaaay!
Her cat escaped from the car and she had to coerce it to come out of the bushes. Imagine pouty, sultry Claudia making kissy noises at a bush saying "Muhammed! Muhammed! C'mon baby whats da matta..." it was quite amusing. I wanted to catch the cat for her but was sure it would scratch my eyes out. Oh yes, I ended up wearing my honey contacts, not my green ones, to which Claudia was like "Are those your real eyes?" and I was like "Oh no, they're completely artificial" **laughing by myself**
Um...so yeah. We went to Haight street and it took Claudia a long time to find parking, because the street was so full. She was driving around in circles and saying "Jesus, in the time i've been driving around I could have had a baby!" Then she parked and had to put the cat in a cat container so she could bring him with her and have him not get fried in the car. Again, imagine the super-sultry Claudia with a determined look on her face, carrying a lilac colored container with a loud "MEOOOWWWW!" coming from it. lol.
I took her and her friend to lunch because I felt bad that I had cost them so many hours driving around in a hot car. We went to this Mediterranean place for lunch. Claudia got an avocado thing and I drank a Sobe because I was too nervous to eat at that point. This is an approximation, but I was approximately 75% LESS funnier and outspoken with her because I was too shy...dammit **shaking fist**
Did you know that I actually paid $20 dollars to take a class in the city that taught me how to talk dirty? Yeah, um, I never use those techniques and I get too scared to say a word, much less a string of dirty ones. So that was basically pointless. A 50 year old Japanese dominatrix taught me, it was fun.
Then we went on a shopping spree thoughout Haight; she has the innate-born talent most women have that I do not-- the ability to pick out nice clothes from thrift stores. She was picking some supa-dupa fly stuff and I was like "Um...red burlap sack...red burlap sack...ah, here we have a green burlap sack...oh, and one purple mumu...dammit!" She has impeccable fashion sense, lemme tell you.
So then we got back in the car and parted ways...I gave her my mixtape for a soundtrack on the way back, I hope she likes it. She's very cute in real life, she has a certain cuddlyness to her, combined with a stoic wit. She's also very mature and down to earth for her age, I don't know many people under 20 who are that cool, but she is the bees knees. I wager she'll find a really nice boy or girl any day now...only the best for ol' C-Dogg.
Wonder when i'll find my princess charming...i'm starting to think more and more everyday that she doesn't exist. But that's OK, because every day I am getting less and less scared of being alone. I think somehow, everything will be fine for "Veronica Woods"...and yes, I must still legally change my name to that, lol. I showed Claudia my ID with my real name and we both agreed that it is horrendous and must be changed immediately.
Well, again I am one spunky monkey, I found out I do not have to work tonight. So now I must fly off in search of adventure, perhaps I will find one at a poetry reading tonight. Either that or i'll go to my friends' house, they offered dinner and a game of Taboo...decisions, decisions.
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I think Kefka was the greatest villian in FF history. He did the most. He enslaved Terra, poisoned the kingdom of Duma, Burned Figero Castle, Killed Emperor Gestal, Killed General Leo, Turned the espers into magasite, became a god and destroyed the planet. Not to mention that laugh of his..
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