  heh, you know you're in trouble when your mom stomps up into your room three floors above and yells out your full name. and i mean your full. name. so it's around the bloody crack of dawn (i lied, it was 9) and me mom, apparently sending beeps and rings for the last half an hour, charges upstairs into my little area and wakes up the dead. she does it almost subtlely though, just sorta saying seventeen million things at once in which to my sleep deprived mind is rather comical. this pagan needs to get her arse off the bed and go to church in 15 minutes.
right. :P and so once again, i find myself throwing things together, desperately trying to look somewhat decent and angelic cursing the hellfuck out of syrensex because of her countless seducing techniques in getting me somewhat happy last night. of course despite my lame attempts that well, pretty honestly, went unheard. church was, well, church. now, it isn't that i don't believe in god or anything, i'm just...i don't know. losing it?
i think it's a phase, as i'm sure mickey will whip up an email about god's wrath and all that good stuff but yeah, onto other things. my dad is very quirky. it's hard to explain...he's like this artistic, nice, gentle, shy person that rottenly spoils the people around him. and i speak from experience. :P so he says we have to do lunch together and that there's some japanese place that someone or another said was good and so he had to take his wife and daughter there plus there's a flea market nearby, and flea markets are always good because i'm strange like that. so here i am, nineteen (okay, eighteen) years old and all in the most godawful uncomfortable pair of shoes in my own little world a few steps behind my mom and dad strolling along hand in hand and jabbering on.
and my dad stops by the little shops and shows my mom things and tells me about the different things of his week and my momplays along and humors him and i feel all warm and cozy in our little family except something's missing and my brother's not here. of course i could make a sarcastic(jealous) comment about how he's backpacking through europe but i'll say this instead, dang i miss you koko. pah. hm. i did however manage to find soem pretty cute ethiopian looking trinklets and what nots to bring back. there was a massive conglomeration(sp?
) of coca-cola collecting freaks that paid 16 ringgit for a can of coke from america that you can prolly get for a quarter at wal*mart. madness. haggling is fun though. and so is hanging out with the old folks once in a while. heh, after all, i can't blow my slut-bitch-snob-asshole cover now can i? :) urlLink " "oh well, with age comes senility.
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