Well, well, welly, well. Haven't wrote one of these in a millenia, thankfully though you can put these torturous nuisances we call 'entries' down to lil ms Kaede. That and I need to relate to meh Mandy a bit more.
So where shall we start?
Ah, yes. We shall begin in noted detail of all that has transpired. In order as they come to mind.
1) Of Manda's and Ring's.
Joyest of joys, my moonlight in this deserted world has lead me on a long journey of events and everlong romances. She comes in night and day and unravels for me insight into my soul as though she traces the long dusty curvurtures with her delicate fingertips. Her smile is my smile and someday soon I will walk beside her in fields of gold, though not as golden as her intent and purest of hearts.
Now, with the girls I'm sure saying 'Awww' and the guys shouting 'ENOUGH SENTIMENTAL BOLLOCKS I ONLY HAVE ONE LIFE TO LIVE!!'. I carry on with events. Manda calling every day, lit up my face just before christmas day telling me how much she enjoyed my christmas letter. However I came to dismay having been told that the ring I had hidden away inside was cut out and most likely stolen. I believe this had something to do with the reports of a 'Nignog postman' as my mother, the racist so kindly put it, as the ring I had sent being stolen to support one already rich postman's financial gain. This is not the first time I have sent a ring only to have fate break it.
However a ring is binding, a ring is not the end of a promise. I will see Manda someday and let her know that my promises will be fulfilled to whatever end.
2) Of Ducks, Angels and Cats. (With a side course of Frog's legs)
Lindsey, or Duckie, as some will come to know her is one of my oldest and wisest cohorts and companions. She has put up with my nefarios deeds and listened to my deepest sorrows. She has had her share of troubles, but I was delighted for her to be able to get back to her homeland and enrich herself in 'Home'. I haven't spoken to her as much as I hoped to but at least I know shes well. AND THANK GOD THE WHINING ABOUT CHRIS HAS STOPPED. Sorry, Lindsey, but its true. Hes dating a fourteen year old and still kissing you on park benches, just stab him with a bunny fork and mosey on. With that all aside, let us commence duck dancing on the third moon of noon day tide! O.O
Leigh, the avenging angel of d00m, as we shall now call her has finally stopped with the uncomfortable flirting she engages in and has started focusing on those her love her in the now. Its odd, but as much as bad qualities as she has when talking with the opposite sex I feel very at ease when having basic conversation with her. Sadly though shes inherited the Georgia region plague I call SPAZ, which is the odd ability to fly into hysterics of emotion over absolute nothing. I say this not in offence but statement of fact, some Georgia girls just need to take a bucket of ice and go for a long bath.
Cats. Fucking CATS. I didn't mind a while ago, but what is with this influx of catdom everywhere!? Natu, Rin, KT, Mei-mei, Kaede, Paige and even Panther Manda!! O_o I don't mind cats but gee-gosh someone should just start chucking up fur balls if this insanity continues! O_o
However, since I mentioned a few people there, I'll make some quick notation.
Natu, bugs me like hell yet lately has finally chilled out and stopped accusing me of trying to rape her when I make any comment that can be tied to sexual deviation. Lord please give her a fucking sense of humour before a clown dies.
Rin, my lil' sis as we'll call her from now on has got me worried by some PM she sent a while back ago telling of heartbreak and so on. I hope my PM cheered her up a little bit.
Mei-Mei, MY BUD! MY MAN! The cat that walks...in something...something. Uhm, Dustin we shall call him because he rocks. Amen.
KT, finally she doesn't threaten me and can hold conversation. Hallejulah now I don't have to put up with random asshats asking me about the weather every 15 minutes.
Kaede, lesbian trafficker. I dub you with the Timmeh Mallet and beg you to keep it away from me. I lost enough brain cells in teh war. =B
Paige, Freddy Mercury could not have sung it better. My bestest friend since I started college, shes listened and helped me get over SO many things and I hope I've helped just as much...or just not...totally screwed her up for life. XD Uhm, Paige is just remarkable and shes always been upfront and honest to me no matter what, she rocks beyond the rocks that made the mountains.
Frogs legs anyone? No? Okay. Been trying to get in touch with my frog fanatic crazed friend Liz, yet shes always on the move and its hard to keep up with her. Our conversations have improved and we've learned to really grow since our disastrous break up near a year ago. I think Ambers helped in that and I enjoy conversation with both of them immensely. Though I must confess I'm irritated a tad by Mike's, Liz's boyfriend, inability to hold a conversation with me. The guys a lil possesive and I'm worried about how Liz is holding up, but all the same, shes one of the most survivalistic people I know and I sometimes wish I had half the heart she has to keep on going...Just not the sex drive...I have a penis...NOT a vagina. Though I could always grow some boobs in my spare time...Though I think Manda would be ready to cut them off with a knife if she felt inclined to. *^_^
ANYWHO, this subject ends on...
3) Family, or lack there of.
This christmas has been wonderful. We came together and enjoyed dinner, and moments that remind me of old days past. Christmas is the best time of year to me. So to all your christmas haters, a Merry Fuck You is in order. Remember that Christmas was for giving never for the taking. So put up with the morons in your family like we all do because christmas is golden. End of Discussion.
That reminds me, need to win that bet at Empyron for 'Better dinner than last year's christmas'.
On a final note, I'm sick to fucking death of people waking me up in the middle of the night because DAD either gets the fucking munchies, or CAROLINE and DARRELL can't learn to go around the back and open the fucking door. You three smell like flange cakes for that, yet I love you all because you made my christmas just by being there.
4) What I need.
Socks, Scarf and Gloves. Thankyou Jesus, you ol' goat. Amen. COME ON JANUARY SALES! O_O
To all a good day and farewell and good-nigh,
Lee.