I noticed that you posted up Viriginia Slims. Just curious, did you ever give in and smoke them?
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I’m a non-smoker but that doesn’t mean that I don’t find Virginia Slims both enticing and attractive.
Deciding to have a drink at a bar in downtown Bastrop with some friends was an excellent choice, Rooney. Because who was there? Paul fucking Rudd, sporting a fashionably handled mustache. I tried to illustrate said mustache above but with the alcohol still in my system, I obviously failed.
Thank you, Paul Rudd, for making my night. And props to Daci for asking Paul his middle name, which is Stephen, btw.
Sometimes, when I’m playing Pokemon, I wish it were a bit more realistic. For instance, if I’m surfing and some good-for-nothing trainer has the audacity to attack me with an electric move, I want the water to act as a conduit, resulting in my foe’s electrocution and untimely demise. Instead, bitches be pelting out thunderbolts as if a jumper cable was shoved up their ass.
Such a shame. I would relish the defeat of my enemies so much more.
It’s you and me; I know it’s my destiny.
POKEMON!
Oh, you’re my best friend, in a world we must defend.
POKEMON!
A heart so true. Our courage will pull us through. You teach me and I’ll teach you.
PO-KE-MON!
You know you love it.
Friday was my twenty-second birthday, to which I hope you all will understand why I’ve been a bit sullen for the past couple of weeks. Something unfortunate always occurs around the time of my birthday. Last year my grandmother died; the year before, I had an irrationally large fight with a boyfriend; and so it was with similar incidents for all previous years since the age of 4. I can’t help if I am often feeling slightly dejected this time of year.
But Friday morning, after a troubled night lacking in sleep, I awoke to a knock at the door only to find that my friend, Jaime, had driven all the way to my house for the sole purpose of wishing me a happy birthday and to present me with this bitchen Pikachu shirt. A few hours later, I was treated to lunch by Daryl and savored my favorite dish of cheese enchiladas, fresh tortillas, and a birthday beer. My Mima concocted two batches of fudge and the most vibrant blue cake that I had ever seen and my father not only remembered my birthday but had bought me flowers. My dad. Bought me flowers.
The entirety of the day’s events left me completely flabbergasted. No one had ever done anything so kind towards me and that night, I sat in stunned silence on the floor of my bedroom, sporting my Pikachu shirt, admiring my bouquet, gorging on fudge, and questioning whether I had truly woken that morning.
It has taken twenty-two years for me to have a birthday that most people would simply call normal. I’m hoping that this won’t be the last.
Maroon 5 - Come Away to the Water, featuring Rozzi Crane
Come Away to the Water by Maroon 5, featuring Rozzi Crane
Come away little lamb, come away to the water; give yourself so we may live anew.
Come away little lamb, come away to the slaughter, to the ones appointed to see this through.
We are coming for you.
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For the past year or so, I’ve sat idle, waiting for something anything to unpause the passivity of my life. Then unexpectedly, everything begins to occur so quickly. College is out for the season and the verdict of my grades is ominously approaching; the inevitable arrival of summer expedites my employment to which I’ve already attended orientation; the joint guardianship I have of my brother results in excruciatingly time-consuming parent/teacher meetings concerning his ongoing failure and my ailing great-grandfather is constantly requiring more and more attention.
And suddenly, instead of being suspended in air, I feel as though I’m gasping for it, more and more concerns continue to constrict the muscles in my diaphragm and I can’t draw a single mouthful of that blissful air that looms so unattainably near.
