Let me just say this in my rude and crude fashion, I don't give a rat's ass if you read or comment on my writing. It is mine and part of my wacky life. So there! However, do note I can see that you guys DO read. Arrrr.
I got some magick today as an uplifting and super funny surprise from David. Granted we are only internet friends and just met today, but he showed me something cool and valuable. FRIENDSHIP! You never know how and when you will get bopped in the head by a cool individual who colors the world in RAINBOWS. It was a friendship caused by a supposed misinterpretation in regard to bucks ($$$) which turned into a discussion on revolution (anarchy) on a global scale. Oh yeah!
It is an awesome pleasure to be able to discuss serious issues as well as goof and play and not be so cookie cut out! NUTELLA gotta love it! Gotta love Aunt Marge and the "White" lady (a/k/a Marge). If not nutz, what's to life? NADA! POOF! GONZO! My Aunt Marge does not have throat cancer as she does not exist, but only he, I, and Nathan (to my knowledge) know that. My cousin May knows about the scream-a-thon as she was witness to me doing that to what David calls the "White" lady. I don't play! Don't call my house trying to collect shit! It ain't happening! Hello red light? Can I help you? Excuse my voice, but I have throat cancer!
Oh, magick came via Ryan too as I had to explore what the hell a lodestone was. He had tagged my photo with the caption: gravity switches: lodestone fl. Not for anything. I find that real cool. Ryan is the wordmeister who is a thought inspirer or should I say thought provoker. He makes me think about the meaning of life. Actually he inspired Dimension X Game and GUT.
Later this evening...
I just get dressed and I hear an IM come in, but instead of Nix it was Adam. I so wanted to talk (trust me on that one), but I was waiting for hamster to answer so I can pick her up. Schucks and byeees are said and off I went...rushing! Meh, so I am doing 60 in a 30km zone (30km is fucking retarded to begin with why did they have to mess with shit?) In an effort to scurry off, I bopped out w/o bringing my proper Chapstick so I was digging in my bag while flying through town. I get to the hamster's and honk then turn the car around only to find her NOT ready as she can't find her key. I get OUT OF MY CAR and I go lock the damned door. Why pray tell would one have to use a key to lock their fucking door? What foolery mom does. Nah. It is not foolery. It is just plain old retarded.
Anyway, Nix gets in the car and nestles her ass in and I smoke outside the car and ask her if I look like a bag of bones to which she say "yeah." I get in the car and drive away only to realize my school ring is missing! Whoa WILDEBEEST MODE. It must have fallen off while I was digging for the Chapstick. Where the fuck is my ring! I can't go anywhere without it. Stopped dead on the road...foot on break digging through bag...not there. Pull into another road and get out of the car and dump my bag...NOT THERE! I am FREAKING! Nix is telling me to breathe and offering her hand to which I take and squash. Off to mom's with beams searching the grass and the street hoping not to flatten it! All the while Nix is supposedly praying to St. Anthony! Ahhhhhhh NO! Think woman think! The shower...your boney hands...it falls off and/or you probably took it off. Yup, that is where it was. Okay. All is well. Off to BK we go....wee ha!
OVERT 24 HRS...yet right! Open if you are a car! Well anyway...first round was a drive through for which I should have had my camera. Two of every kind of dip means two of every dip. The girl stood there NO SHIT saying ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh for about that long. I had to laugh in her face!!! Aye, it was funny as hell! Even she realized how retarded she sounded and repeated the performance for her co-worker! Sure I told her to her face it would make a good video of hilarity. But wait, it gets better...Nix and I are still hungry and she has all those damned dips on my arm rest so I figured I would just walk into the resto, but NO!!!! Drive through ONLY as stated by the two night employees who are smoking their butts outside. This is not a deterrent. I told them I am walking over to that box and I will place my order. To that box I marched. Nix heard me screaming from way across the parking lot. What she didn't hear was that I was kicking and punching the order box! Bah! They wouldn't answer. (*I just realized that had they called the cops, I would have been busted on greater charges as my switchblade was in my bag. I noticed it when I dumped the bag looking for my ring.) Let me go on...The guy who was standing there reading the menu said you need the weight of a car or noise to get their attention! Bullshit. I walked right up to the window and knocked and placed my order there. Meanwhile, I am scoping the ground. Oh a dime...oh another one! Wow and some pennies! By this time, the guy who was reading the menu pulled his car up in back in me and I told him that my way worked. Big deal I found 23 cents.
I wish I could get into the conversation that Nix and I had, but I can't. What I can say is that hillbillies, food, names, and instruments were discussed. No I would not believe it in a million years, but pictures don't lie. Oh yeah, she showed me.
BTW, if you don't find this funny, too bad as it was funny in real life. ~ Maggie ~ August 25, 2008 @ 3:16 a.m. EST
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