what are you? the run away police? can't i just run away? do i have to have a plan? well. shit. i guess i do. here's the plan: I pack my duffel bag (the one with the fish on it) and get in my car and drive to either: a) san luis obisbo (i don't know where this is-- somewhere in california-- but the name is nifty and i think it's on the ocean.) b) hilton head beach (is this in virginia? also don't really know where this is but it has the word "beach" in the name so it's gotta be good.) OR c)new orleans. i fucking love new orleans.
and i'm running away from my hormonal urges to either a) makeout with inappropriate boys or b) throw projectile poison filled darts at the DUMB MOTHER FUCKERS who inhabit my living space.
mostly b, though.
and i will be getting there through my vehicular transport. also known as my SHINY BLACK CAR (with a gouged out wheel where my brother ramped a curb. ROCK ON.)
But you've just moved into your own place! Your own rules! Your own space!
Of course, Work always sucks!!! ..
I remember running away when I was 14. Mom saw me trying to bungee-cord down my cat on the back of my motorcycle. She talked me out of taking my precious Neiko and then I left. Can't believe that I was trying to strap my cat onto my bike! ..
What the fuck happened??? I talked to you less than 8 hours ago and you were fine . . . now you want to run away.
Is this because of the Wed night thing, which, by the way, are you going???
Hey, if you feel like running to North Little Rock instead of West Little Rock - - you can take my job for a few days. I'm so ready to kill some of my clients . . . . You down for some big money tempered by some big stupid kids?
hello my little darling. i took your advice and set up my blog. lilylala.ModBlog.com thanks for the good read and i will see you in the morning. But you will not get this until the morning so see you in a bit.
adam: where will we meet? pack your bags, son. it's time to load up and load out.
dukie: i'm not down with cows. they smell. and they stare you down with their big creepy eyes. and they poo a lot. AND NO I'M NOT A PYGMY. freak. and if you're the runaway police do you get to arrest me and throw me in jail because i've been A VERY BAD GIRL.
meghan: bad day
sqg: you're poor cat! though i could never run away with The Little Devils. So I feel ya.
Hah! Duckie, I don't have to tell you shit since the prisoner has already done me! -lol Thanks birdie! :) I'll try to do you proud! Now do you like the white fluffy cuffs or the red ones?
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what are you? the run away police? can't i just run away? do i have to have a plan?
well. shit. i guess i do.
here's the plan:
I pack my duffel bag (the one with the fish on it) and get in my car and drive to either:
a) san luis obisbo (i don't know where this is-- somewhere in california-- but the name is nifty and i think it's on the ocean.)
b) hilton head beach (is this in virginia? also don't really know where this is but it has the word "beach" in the name so it's gotta be good.)
OR
c)new orleans. i fucking love new orleans.
and i'm running away from my hormonal urges to either a) makeout with inappropriate boys or b) throw projectile poison filled darts at the DUMB MOTHER FUCKERS who inhabit my living space.
mostly b, though.
and i will be getting there through my vehicular transport. also known as my SHINY BLACK CAR (with a gouged out wheel where my brother ramped a curb. ROCK ON.)
Can we set up a run away program? You run away to here, I'll run away to there and we can rejoice in the streets.
Run away???
But you've just moved into your own place! Your own rules! Your own space!
Of course, Work always sucks!!!
..
I remember running away when I was 14. Mom saw me trying to bungee-cord down my cat on the back of my motorcycle. She talked me out of taking my precious Neiko and then I left.
Can't believe that I was trying to strap my cat onto my bike!
..
Anyway, Ft. Lauderdale has a kick-ass beach!
What the fuck happened??? I talked to you less than 8 hours ago and you were fine . . . now you want to run away.
Is this because of the Wed night thing, which, by the way, are you going???
Hey, if you feel like running to North Little Rock instead of West Little Rock - - you can take my job for a few days. I'm so ready to kill some of my clients . . . . You down for some big money tempered by some big stupid kids?
hello my little darling. i took your advice and set up my blog. lilylala.ModBlog.com
thanks for the good read and i will see you in the morning. But you will not get this until the morning so see you in a bit.
lookey lookey!! lileeeee has a blog!
adam: where will we meet? pack your bags, son. it's time to load up and load out.
dukie: i'm not down with cows. they smell. and they stare you down with their big creepy eyes. and they poo a lot. AND NO I'M NOT A PYGMY. freak. and if you're the runaway police do you get to arrest me and throw me in jail because i've been A VERY BAD GIRL.
meghan: bad day
sqg: you're poor cat! though i could never run away with The Little Devils. So I feel ya.
dangit, i meant to say WITHOUT the little devils. they are my wee small furry children.
handcuffs and EVERYTHING?
Cuz i've been VERY. BAD. ;)
We'll be able to get tickets for this punishment thing on EBay, Right? :o
Oh and btw duckie, can I please get deputized. :)
sqg- do you promise not to let this power go to your head?
if so-- YOU ARE HERE BY DEPUTIZED and may act as 2nd in command!
Hah! Duckie, I don't have to tell you shit since the prisoner has already done me! -lol
Thanks birdie! :)
I'll try to do you proud!
Now do you like the white fluffy cuffs or the red ones?
w00t! powertrippowertrippowertrip!!!
-lol
"Badges! I don't need no stinking badges!" -lol
Ok, sorry chief, just lost it for a sec.
But I still get to be in charge of feather tickling the prisoner, right?
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