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Friday, August 10, 2007


Requiem of love: part 5.
wow no one felt like saying anything last time, it really feels feels nice to know that no one cares enough about my time i got to spend with my lover to comment, though i'm just being pissy because i'm tired, but still i'm just a bit pissed off because i don't know what you people want from me, no matter what i do i just get a few comments, i know people with a fraction as many GB signatures that get 4 times as many comments, i thought it was because my posts weren't relatable, but now i'm talking about going on dates with my lover and you guys still don't comment, i really don't know what to do. between this and Adam otaku is getting a lot less fun lately. but i'll attempt to forge on ahead, hopefully i'll be rewarded one of these days.

well once again i wake up to greet my lover, and i hear the familiar sounds of Mobile shits clashing and the voices of Kira, Athrun, Dearka, Waltfeld and the rest of the SEED cast, and to my amusement i find Bev slung back casually viewing, while her little sister is staring captivated at the TV like she was viewing one of her novellas, to me that is great, no one i ever try to get into Gundam ever likes it, but she just loves it, fate is a cruel and strange thing, if only i had shown her a stranger anime, like Sukisho or Nerima Daikon Brothers, but she liked it for the relationships so i could get her with TOO strange of crap. but we sat around and Bev replayed DVD 4 because she had been distracted by eating and other stuff the day before [DVD 3 is finally getting mailed to me by rightstuf] so i got a brief re-cap, then we got through DVDs 5 and 6 as well, it really feels good to see that series again, i missed it.

well after the Gundam viewing was over her parents took us to old Vegas, which i really liked, i came for the lights and the cheesiness, i like the new strip too, but it just doesn't scream "hookers, booze n' gamblin" like the old one does, i mean everywhere you look there is another advert for a titty show. well we wandered through the dense crowd search the gift shops for a hot dog for Bev, she was hungry and i guess looking for a good pig stomach full of mystery meat, finally inside of the sleaziest shop i've ever seen [and i live near the bad part of a detroit suburb] we found a man who served, and by the look of him, bathed in hot dogs. so this greasy man handed us two food objects of similar oil content. and i tell you why i call this place sleazy, because it sold some of the most crude airbrush shirts and other clothing items i ever viewed. the majority of them said things like "tough slut" or "top bitch" and it really took that whole "black people calling eachother nigger" to a whole new level. self deprication is so much fun when its related to groups i dislike, i love women that think bitch is a compliment because men suck and need to be pushed around, or that all they need is their little plastic friend to be happy. meek guys are the ones that take 40 people with them when the commit suicide and i only hope he shows that bitch what "every force has an equal and opposite reaction" means when she pushes him too far. that and eventually the water seal will break on that vibrator, boy i hope the surge detector is gfaulty too.

but enough with my demented fantasies, we looked at lots of other fun stuff, i got a naked david postcard for my lesbian friend, as well as Bev stole a pair of lover's dice that had fallen out of their package. i wanted to get my brother this old looking stripper with too much make-up s4inging thing that sings happy birthday and her top goes up and down, but i doubt my mom would approve plus it'd waste a lot of money. well we went outside and saw this crappy show on the huge LED screen on the top of awning thing we were under, man was that thing stupid, but the flashiness and old music fit in well. after that i made a Starbucks run with Bev as well as a krispy cream run, introducing Bev to both, she doesn't like coffee so i got her a strawberry frap, along with my usual iced 4-shot vente vanilla late with whip-cream. we then watched some very fruity men dance around with various shape and one lady walk a bar they held up. the first one had the same leather pants my brother has and looked like a cross between micheal flatly and micheal higginbottom, the rest looked like a cross between gay and gayer. i gave all my change from food to a painter on the side of the strip who airbrushes on metal plates. after that i had to take a crap, so Bev took me to the best place to not get crabs from, inside we kept coming across a 60 year old waitress wearing a miniskirt, heels and fishnets, i almost lost my devils food doughnut. well once we got back our parents had gone poof so i went souvenir shopping, i got a "girls" baby blue t-shirt with a hawaiian floral design down the side that says Vegas,i wanted to get the maltese cross one two but Bev talked me out of it, she is more frugal then i. after that we found my mom and hunted down her dad, we rode home and we were shipped off to bed, thus ending another day together.

-Quote-

Bev: [spotting a street pereformer] oooooh, whats that.

Me: a guy distracting you while jis friend cases the crowd and picks your pocket.

Bev: hey, leave my people alone, we have to get our money some how.

Me: [looking harder] you're right, he is a beaner.

please comment people, i'm spilling my soul here.

♥ JD Person ♥

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