fenchurch

So North Carolina was wonderful...I was really sad to go, but at least my arrival home was brightened by...PRESENTS! My absolutely awesomely alliteratively adorable Secret Satan gifties from Sphinx were finally forwarded by my stupid school, and Captain_Sammich sent me the baddest raddest kick-ass mother-fuckingest care package ever. Oh man.

Dumb things I've done recently:

-Totally locked my keys in my car at a rest stop on the drive home. Promptly called my mother to thank her enthusiastically for my AAA membership. Froze my thumbs off playing Gameboy while I waited for them to come unlock my car.

- I totally fell out of TheAngus's bed in the middle of the night. Flat on my back. It was amazing. Who falls out of bed any more? Honestly.




I guess it's a pretty short list, all things considered. Hot cha cha.

TheAngus made me an absolutely wonderful and amazing mix CD which made me very very happy. And I totally misheard a lyric that I didn't remember from Too Drunk to Fuck and thought it was "You bawl like a baby in a racecar bed!!!!" Oh man. I got so excited. But it turns out it's "You bawl like the baby in Eraserhead," as many of you probably could have told me. Dammit. Maybe that should have gone on the stupid list...oh well.

While we're on the subject...
HOT DAMN IS MY RACECAR BED GOING TO RULE.

I'm totally going to be like Milhouse's dad. It'll be awesome. YOU ARE JEALOUS.



I can't decide how I feel about these:



I probably wouldn't ever actually buy/wear them (even if they had them in my gauge), but I wish I could decide if I liked them. Because, you know, it's obviously a life or death situation. I'm totally tired and rambling. Yarrgh. Time to go have dinner and introduce my dad to the wonder and glory that is Clerks.