Uh. . . .
Ian came to see me last week, for like, about three seconds. His cute facial hair was all shaved, making me realize OH GOD HE HAS A FACE UNDER THERE. The dimples . . . too prominent . . . I faint from cutesyness . . . ::barf::
He spent most of his very brief visit (dropping by on his way to some shit heap called Jacksonville, I think) playing a sound file of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary guy pronouncing the word "vaginae" for us. Then he downloaded it to my desktop when I think he thought I wasn't looking.
He also told me the story of saying "Holy dick!" in front of some fundies.
I tried to give him his cardboard GoLean™ cereal to take with him but he left it by my couch. I think he meant to do that, to torment me.
At least I didn't save his Jar of Meat.
That woulda been fun to give him! And I woulda definitely put it in the back of his car.
Shit. I'm annoyed. It's weird how I love writing so much, but right now I just don't wanna do it. 'Course it's ALL I'VE BEEN DOING for like a month. But . . . wahhhh. Poopie.
What the hell's wrong with Jacksonville!!!! Wazupwitdat?!? -Brendon
hahaha now I have left my cardboard cereal in the houses of two unsuspecting hosts. One day you will succumb to the allure of 9 grams of fiber per serving!
.fwthchor evtoogh brazzy eerth ymmadboech evtoogh brzzaY [katqueen]