Friday, July 8, 2005
Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
Of all the album titles I know, that's my favorite. Tsk, tsk, tsk Martha Wainwright.
Laura called me on the 4th of July and proceeded to serenade me with every Disney song ever written. It's a good thing she's not tone deaf. Although, I would have listened even if she was.
My night picked up even more when Tony came online. I hadn't talked to him since he left for Iraq in February. He had a webcam so I was able to see him too. He looks really good and said everything is ok over there in the big sandbox. The lucky bum isn't suffering from anime withdrawal because one of his friends has Trigun and Hellsing on dvd.
You can click here if you want to see a picture of him plugging in a routing switch. They refer to him as a Private First Class but he was recently promoted to Lance Corporal.
He decided that I deserve an award for all the injuries I've managed to sustain without ever actually breaking a bone. My trophy should be a nearly severed finger because I've nearly severed three of mine. Two at the same time. That's talent I tell you. Pure talent.
Leigh liked the cake and frosting I made and she had no idea I made anything. How she slept through me stumbling around in the kitchen at 4am is a mystery to me. I dropped every single thing I tried to pick up. When I'm fully awake I'm ridiculously clumsy. Once I'm drowsy being near me is hazardous to your health.
She went to see War of the Worlds at the drive-in at midnight in the woods which makes me think she's a little crazy. She's a really big chicken too so I feel bad for whoever was sitting on the car next to her. I'm sure they barely escaped alive because she is freakishly strong.
I've never been to a drive-in.