humidity makes me feel dirrrrty.
ok, I get the road trip bug worse than any fucking person I have ever known but I haven't been able to go on many road trips in my lifetime due to horrible circumstances involving work and boyfriend [he was not a good road trip companion]. well this fucking summer I will be substantially unemployed, and as may be reflected in my retarculous journal entries, I will also be un-boyfriended.
so I have no excuse NOT to make some kind of cross-country trek-stravaganza. yes, yes you LOVE the way I rape morphology in the ass, YES.
anyway, blah, here's the thing. I am extremely prone to wanderlust but due to the above-mentioned circumstances [and at least two others!] I have had to turn down one too many invitations for road trippage. this is the summer where that shit ends. I will go anywhere, with anyone who is at least mildly not a serial killer or rapist. you know there is always the possibility of CONSENSUAL copulation and homicide.
yeah, I would apologize for my constant state of being boring-tastic in here, but there are three reasons for my not doing so:
1. shut up.
2. this is MY house.
3. I tend to be right about everything. I say my dull verbosity is of remarkable significance in the grand scheme of things, and someday you will be more capable of comprehending its maniacal glory.
PS I am having some difficulty in the area of Spontaneous Yet Somehow Predictable Abduction as my hours available for kidnappage don't seem to coincide with my proposed victim's. all I can say is "if you are prepared to meet your doom, doom can be there pretty much anytime tomorrow. pencil in some time for doom and have a pleasant day. oh, and expect to break bread with your captor. Stockholm Syndrome is what all the cool hostages are doing." I need better training.
ok, I get the road trip bug worse than any fucking person I have ever known but I haven't been able to go on many road trips in my lifetime due to horrible circumstances involving work and boyfriend [he was not a good road trip companion]. well this fucking summer I will be substantially unemployed, and as may be reflected in my retarculous journal entries, I will also be un-boyfriended.
so I have no excuse NOT to make some kind of cross-country trek-stravaganza. yes, yes you LOVE the way I rape morphology in the ass, YES.
anyway, blah, here's the thing. I am extremely prone to wanderlust but due to the above-mentioned circumstances [and at least two others!] I have had to turn down one too many invitations for road trippage. this is the summer where that shit ends. I will go anywhere, with anyone who is at least mildly not a serial killer or rapist. you know there is always the possibility of CONSENSUAL copulation and homicide.
yeah, I would apologize for my constant state of being boring-tastic in here, but there are three reasons for my not doing so:
1. shut up.
2. this is MY house.
3. I tend to be right about everything. I say my dull verbosity is of remarkable significance in the grand scheme of things, and someday you will be more capable of comprehending its maniacal glory.
PS I am having some difficulty in the area of Spontaneous Yet Somehow Predictable Abduction as my hours available for kidnappage don't seem to coincide with my proposed victim's. all I can say is "if you are prepared to meet your doom, doom can be there pretty much anytime tomorrow. pencil in some time for doom and have a pleasant day. oh, and expect to break bread with your captor. Stockholm Syndrome is what all the cool hostages are doing." I need better training.
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frankmask:
Digi camera is on there.
inlikeflynn:
Jake is everything that a wombat SHOULD be. Right down to the prominent earlobes used for short distance flight.
