whiski_sour | It's a quarter after three...and there's no one in the place but you and me

Okay, none of that's true.

*shoves Kurt Angle over to

katie2shady* What did I tell you about keeping your critters out of my dreams, woman? I like Kurt, really. But making out with him on a couch I don't own is kinda weird, even for a dream.

Went to May Days with

winged_fire. Rode the tilt-a-whirl, ferris wheel, and scrambler. The carnies this year were really nice. The ferris wheel guys were kinda talkative. The white guy asked me if I liked the color purple. Gee...I'm wearing a purple t-shirt, purple bracelets, purple fingernail polish, and purple shoes. Nope. Hate that fucking color actually. Why aren't you wearing a helmet.

And, the black guy was nicer but kinda hard to understand. I needed my sister there to translate because I don't speak eubonics. I know what you mean when you talk about cars "low riding", but I'm lost when ya start callin' 'em twinks and/or twinkies. I don't think those words mean to you what they mean to me, ya know what I mean?

Anyway, ate food, talked to some people, came home a better, fatter, more scrambled person.

Phe left after Showtime ended. Dad left not long after that. The house is mine! And, what did I do? Write like I said I would? Ha! No, I watched Harry Potter for the umpteenth time this week, flipping occasionally to catch glimpses of Alan Cumming in that Romie and Michelle movie. Yes. I'm totally sad.

But, now that it's over I've eaten once again, I am going to start writing. So, I'm not a completely useless ~~Alan Cumming fangirl~~ person.