ericka i recognize those lyrics, they're garbage! and i saw you in hallmark!
i went to the beach with chris and xandie with boogieboards and caught one good wave and a few ok, and got slammed to the floor by a few of them, and it was cold and wet and really fun. second time to the beach all summer. in the winter i want to go somewhere where it snows, like figueroa or piños, and slide down the hillside in my unused round orange snow slidey thingy.
so me and mally are chillin at denny's, the old poc-town standby, and this woman walks in, only it isn't so much a woman as a transvestite/transgendered man, i'm still not sure. he/she/it will henceforth be referred to as FUCK. FUCK is wearing a dress and a woman's wig/real hair, so i think nothing of it until ally points out that it's got a man's face. as FUCK passes by on FUCK's way back from the bathroom, i take a gander at the FUCKface and realize that ally is indeed correct. i look back at my food so i don't seem like i'm staring, and out of the corner of my eye i see FUCK stop. "oh shit," i think to myself, "this is going to end in bloodshed." FUCK takes the few steps back to our table and puts it to us bluntly. "what's the speed of light?" FUCK inquires. i think he said it to mike, but i answered. "186,000 miles per hour." FUCK starts to congratulate me, then realizes i made a mistake. "per second," he corrects. "you're right," i respond. then FUCK just walks away and sits back down at the counter. so then our waitress comes up and tells us that she thinks that's the cop with the boob job, who xandie told me about a long time ago. i don't know what to believe, i just know it was fucking strange.
that sounded like one of ryan's posts about the weird dreams he has, but i swear it was made with 100% real cheese.
song of the post: a perfect circle - diary of a lovesong (cover of the cure, inspired by taryn's post)
i went to the beach with chris and xandie with boogieboards and caught one good wave and a few ok, and got slammed to the floor by a few of them, and it was cold and wet and really fun. second time to the beach all summer. in the winter i want to go somewhere where it snows, like figueroa or piños, and slide down the hillside in my unused round orange snow slidey thingy.
so me and mally are chillin at denny's, the old poc-town standby, and this woman walks in, only it isn't so much a woman as a transvestite/transgendered man, i'm still not sure. he/she/it will henceforth be referred to as FUCK. FUCK is wearing a dress and a woman's wig/real hair, so i think nothing of it until ally points out that it's got a man's face. as FUCK passes by on FUCK's way back from the bathroom, i take a gander at the FUCKface and realize that ally is indeed correct. i look back at my food so i don't seem like i'm staring, and out of the corner of my eye i see FUCK stop. "oh shit," i think to myself, "this is going to end in bloodshed." FUCK takes the few steps back to our table and puts it to us bluntly. "what's the speed of light?" FUCK inquires. i think he said it to mike, but i answered. "186,000 miles per hour." FUCK starts to congratulate me, then realizes i made a mistake. "per second," he corrects. "you're right," i respond. then FUCK just walks away and sits back down at the counter. so then our waitress comes up and tells us that she thinks that's the cop with the boob job, who xandie told me about a long time ago. i don't know what to believe, i just know it was fucking strange.
that sounded like one of ryan's posts about the weird dreams he has, but i swear it was made with 100% real cheese.
song of the post: a perfect circle - diary of a lovesong (cover of the cure, inspired by taryn's post)
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