Maria tricked me.
She made me think “fartist” was a real word.
Is it just me or am I the only one who finds gunblades incredibly stupid?
Someone needs to get their magic pants on and play magic with me
I should totally not go ride my bike to the store while it’s thundering right?
Hooorayyyyyyy for internet =DDDDD
Watching The Lion King 1 and 2 again ‘cos I’m in love with these movies.
I want to rip out my throat.
Oh and there was this one part where I made the bathroom all romantic~ and Maria and I were excited but we left the bathroom while the tub filled up and then when we came back there was this goofy looking zombie in it just washing itself and playing with a little rubber duck (and then ate it) and Maria goes “That’s gross. I don’t want to take a bath anymore.”
And that’s when this huge spirty owl thing told us about the other world thing.
I just remembered my dream last night.
Maria was here, but I wasn’t actually in Florida I was at my old house in North Carolina and we bought a pit puppy and lied to Mindy and just said we found it so she’d let us keep it lolol.
Then it turned into a HUGE wolf thing, and Mindy started freaking out like “I CAN’T HAVE THAT IN MY HOUSE! WHAT WILL OUR FRIENDS THINK?”
And Maria and I go “That you’re a bad ass.”
Then zombies came out
Then it saved us from the zombies.
Then I had cows in my backyard? and my neighbor who was a farmer? across from us asked us about a doberman pincer? And we were like no? And then zombies came out again, and attacked the farmer and my cows.
And then we had to go into some weird virtual world to stop the zombies from appearing in our world because apparently zombies and our wolf thing were from a parallel universe that was closed and reopened somehow.
And then I woke up.
That awkward moment when:
An old friend is asking you for a booty call and forgot that you live four hours away.
In addition to paper balls, Chevy is also enamored by random dead leaves that find their way into the house.
I’m trying to write but Chevy keeps jumping out of no where and attacking my pencil