Leah (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thepoolhasaids) wrote,@ 2009-06-08 00:20:00 |
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HearseCon was AWESOME. So many hearses. . . .
Cynthia looked awesome, and she and I and Clay just dicked around during Jamie's wedding. It was funny, and ironic; Cynthia caught the bouquet. (She and Jamie also "broke up" as friends over a guy--- the guy Jamie married, actually. Four years of friendship down the toilet just 'cause Cynthia didn't think he was good for her, judging the fact that he's 33, she's twenty, and he has a long criminal record and a history of domestic abuse, and also came on to Cyn way back early in his and jamie's relationship) and we just did debaucheral things to it. I am shooting it during a picture. Some pictures are up.
Hahaha:
"Dude. That's the guy she's marrying?"
"Yeah."
"Dude. . . what a tool."
"And he's ugly, too!"
"Yeah. . . well. . . their children sure won't be attractive."
"God, no. . . oh, jesus!"
"What?"
"They're both tools, they shouldn't be getting married!"
"Wait. Yes they should! They're perfect."
"They shouldn't. . . breed."
". . . You're right. . . their family will be like a toolbelt."
"Jesus! Absolutely! Their house will be a toolshed!"
"Is a toolbelt a family, or more like, you know, the global belt-thing? You know, that spreads across several states, and is just full of tools?"
"God, I don't know. I'm trying to hold back my snickers, shh. I want them to hear my muffled, bitter and scornful laughs."
It was TERRIBLE. But hilarious.
Oh man, today was really good too, though. I went on a picnic in the rain with Khundy, Clay, and Danielle. We drank wine straight from the bottle and ate some fancy ass cheese and shit. It was awesome. Then we dicked around some more, and Danielle and Clay had to go so Khundy and I went back to his place to warm up (it was chilly!) and watched Amelie. But then. . . we got a bit distracted, and when we were leaving, his oldest sister said to him (she thought I was out of earshot), "Wow. She's a screamer, she's really loud. . ."
Oh, I almost died, it was so embarrassing. I don't care about his sisters, but his parents? what if his parents hear us?
Fuck! I need to learn to be more. . . quiet.
I'm really, really. . . upset about it, but I think it's kind of funny, too.
Cynthia looked awesome, and she and I and Clay just dicked around during Jamie's wedding. It was funny, and ironic; Cynthia caught the bouquet. (She and Jamie also "broke up" as friends over a guy--- the guy Jamie married, actually. Four years of friendship down the toilet just 'cause Cynthia didn't think he was good for her, judging the fact that he's 33, she's twenty, and he has a long criminal record and a history of domestic abuse, and also came on to Cyn way back early in his and jamie's relationship) and we just did debaucheral things to it. I am shooting it during a picture. Some pictures are up.
Hahaha:
"Dude. That's the guy she's marrying?"
"Yeah."
"Dude. . . what a tool."
"And he's ugly, too!"
"Yeah. . . well. . . their children sure won't be attractive."
"God, no. . . oh, jesus!"
"What?"
"They're both tools, they shouldn't be getting married!"
"Wait. Yes they should! They're perfect."
"They shouldn't. . . breed."
". . . You're right. . . their family will be like a toolbelt."
"Jesus! Absolutely! Their house will be a toolshed!"
"Is a toolbelt a family, or more like, you know, the global belt-thing? You know, that spreads across several states, and is just full of tools?"
"God, I don't know. I'm trying to hold back my snickers, shh. I want them to hear my muffled, bitter and scornful laughs."
It was TERRIBLE. But hilarious.
Oh man, today was really good too, though. I went on a picnic in the rain with Khundy, Clay, and Danielle. We drank wine straight from the bottle and ate some fancy ass cheese and shit. It was awesome. Then we dicked around some more, and Danielle and Clay had to go so Khundy and I went back to his place to warm up (it was chilly!) and watched Amelie. But then. . . we got a bit distracted, and when we were leaving, his oldest sister said to him (she thought I was out of earshot), "Wow. She's a screamer, she's really loud. . ."
Oh, I almost died, it was so embarrassing. I don't care about his sisters, but his parents? what if his parents hear us?
Fuck! I need to learn to be more. . . quiet.
I'm really, really. . . upset about it, but I think it's kind of funny, too.
