So...its cold as a sick serial killers creation's hand gesture in DC. It makes me want to fill my cheeks with air and stomp, hard...just to make the picture clearer. Imagine everywhere you absolutely NEVER want to go...for whatever reason, and all the spirits and souls from those people and things and places morph into leprechauns (not wearing green of course) and they invade your brain..causing it to freeze..they pull snot of ur nose and rest it above ur top lip..they sneak huge gusts of wind through your clothes at sporadic times to appear discreet. And then thees another one that just messes with mind. He makes you do little I'm cold dances. Or tuck ur head into your neck. This whole cold coalition sucks.
Okay..inauguration was amazing. Being in DC on a weekend of such flat out culture was crazy. I can't say that I did anything especially different this week/ weekend, but it seems like everyone of so proud to be just exactly who they are. Obama is a bi-racial man (PAUSE to understand and reflect on the perfection that is he. He swagged all over DC with that stupidly gorgeous face..that damn burgundy scarf was perfection...and his smile, smokers lips included....there are small children in the Hamptons, North Korea, Zimbabwe, and lonely streets in NW DC who would give anything just for a flash of that smile. Ugh. My president is fine. As fuck. Good. Ness.
I'll leave it here and not go into cliche, redundant, "individual" "unique" experiences. Ooooopppps. I'm sure somebody has already had mine
Ok. I'm rambling..here's the freaking point:
***how do cell phone companies decide what games automatically come on the phone? They're all (from what ive seen, standard, horizontal, and vertical such and suches. How do we know that the movements used n these games aren't linked to something much bigger?
_sidebar..getting sick..but everytime I inhale, I swear I hear some of the soundtrack to shaka zula.
MOVING....
So....back to cars. Each time I get into the car, I have a destination. It is NEVER to go to the gas station JUST to get gas. So I'm pissed when I get there because getting gas is such an ordeal. Ok...so when I leave from breaks I always have a lot of cash. Why in the damn hell can I get a soda more easily than I can get gas?? WHY do I have to walk to the confusing doors only to lean down into the nasty little window to yell 3 dollars (yes 3) on....idk the punp...there 1 other car here. Then all that high tech: I slide u the tray, u slide it back...god forbid our hands r in there at the same time.
POINT? Why can't we have dollar counter/ feeds AT the pump???? I'm doing it.
And also...y can't we think of some feasable way to prepurchase gas to avoid trips to the gas station all together
Did I mention how awesomely fine Barack H. Obama is? Geeeeze.
PS. I think it would be wonderful to sleep in a traditional, flowing wedding dress. (With loads of body and layers and ridiculous shit that makes it poofy but soft)That would be so sick....I'd prolly retire and sleep forever...only waking uo for pics and to sass every now and then
Almost done- ladies...encourage ur men/women/children/ or we make the uncomfortable face when posed with this q guy to frequent the good barber for the FULL meal.
Line up was crispta
Sideburns wouldve cut me..and caused me to bleed
Cheeks- brown and extra smooth...almost like the side of an engorged breast
The face is always killer tho. YUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLEEEEEE
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