and by “today”, i of course mean, yesterday. heh. friday fucking rocked my face so hardcore. i don’t know what it was, exactly, but i spent the entire day in one hell of a fucking good mood.
all day long.
it was awesome, and if i want to be honest, it started thursday evening when i came home and found my animation show dvd in the mail. rock on! then i did some laundry and made a scrumptious dinner for me and the wench. and when she got home, we watched ate up, drank some wine & watched a movie. fun times had by all. and thus, the wine helped me sleep and i woke up in one hell of a good mood on friday.
and i found my favorite earrings, as well as the cross from my great grandmother’s rosary that i thought was lost forevermore. yay squared. even work was pretty spiffy, in general. the boy kept asking why i was so freaking peppy all day, and really, i don’t even know. it was just a damned good day. gorgeous weather, gorgeous everything. the weekend appeared to be shaping up to one hell of a good time. but one thing i was not prepared for was going to borders to meet the boy post-work and finding him there with a suprise for me.
and by suprise i mean: BEST THING EVER IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!11one
how fucking AWESOME is that? no, seriously?!?! talk about major swoonage. invader zim is definitely the way to a girl’s heart, yo. i shit you not!!!! oh god, and because of this beautiful, wonderful gift of awesomeness i am now no longer allowed to go out in public, i don’t think.
you see, i was explaining between squeals of pure joy and utter glee that the boy doesn’t have to buy me presents, even though i was beside myself with happiness and thanking him. and we’re going to leave borders and he has to check out, so we’re standing in line when it becomes apparent i should never speak out loud in public:
me: awww, you don’t have to get me things… [clutching gift] you know that, right?
boy: [smirk]
me: i mean, if you want to get me something, just get me a bag of hersheys kisses so i can suck them off your dick.
(note: this is not my genius, but an implementation of the brilliant margaret cho)
old man patron: [who has obviously overheard us] wow! oh man…that’s one hell of an offer. [staggers around all bewildered like]
me: [hides behind the boy with embarrassment]
boy: [nonstop laughter at my expense]
you see? i should never be allowed to speak out loud in public. it’s just not a good idea. and when we were finishing up checking out the old man walked by and goes “man, i still can’t get that out of my head.”
oh noes.
yup, i’m special. clearly.
then again, scaring the public is just too much fun. we wandered around boston in avoidance of rabid redsox fans (god damn you baseball season!!!) and ended up at our house for dinner. burgers and brubakers…what more can a girl ask for?
how about coming home and collapsing in laughter watching the animation show? awww yeah.
and today, i get to see the jetta and the coral. rock the fuck on! i love spring.
