'Its okay. We all have our fears. I'm afraid of snakes and rape.'
'I think I got one in its McNugget.'
'There you go. Now if you do it to the other hand, I'm going to take you to my church to watch all the old ladies cry.'
I went to St. Joe this weekend after having been in DeSoto before that. The Green Girl Two drove well despite a bad cataylic converter. I need to get that fixed. Anyway, Friday night, after a certain point I only remember snippets of. I drank way, way too much. I smoked some. (Shut up you critics!) I talked to Scott and Joe's sister, Gabbi. At one point, it was decided that I had a southern accent. Whatever. Also at one point, I declared, at the realization that Joe, Justin and Dave were all standing around me-'My three favorite guys are here! All you might just get lucky tonight!' We won't go into details after that....
Saturday, Joe and I drove around town and went to Krug park. There we fed the ducks bread and crackers. I ate some too because they were good for my hangover. I secretly like the geese better than the ducks. Joe was also treated to an interpretive dance of the seasons on the stage. We saw the buffalo, deer and longhorns. We feed bread against a sign's warning to the latter two. That night we went on a double date with Justin and Erica capped off by hanging out with Justin while Erica slept.
Sunday, I went home. :(
While there---sleeping above the funeral home-I had a dream about a funeral. I also had a dream about getting into a car accident in the post office parking lot in DeSoto with a guy that looked roughly like Phil Stendek. There was a Reel Big Fish sound track to that dream. When I went out to my car to leave, it smelled like a dead animal. Its a good thing I bought that Ataris air freshener.
So my car accident is still up in the air. The lawyer is going to call me today. Hopefully, everything is settled before my car payment is due so I don't have to pay yet another payment on a totaled car. I don't even know where my car is!
For Christmas, I got The Ataris CD End is Forever. More like End is sucky. Seriously, can you tell that Kris Roe is no good with relationships. Ugh. He's no Marty Casey...
Oh, wait, there's Marty Casey himself!
I couldn't mention it without having a picture, too! Come on, people.[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on January 11, 2011.]
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