Four e-mails sent to me at 7:19am, 7:22am, 7:33am, and 7:43am this morning by my 8-year-old cousin.
May 27th, 2012
I’m off to do a little dreamy-dreamy about bows & arrows and M16s and explosions. Ain’t no thang.
You can tell that my childhood was a highly awesome one. (PS- My sister just said to me, “Wait, I thought Rambo was the wrestler.” There are so many things wrong with that statement, I can’t even handle it. We are not related.)
I just… I fucking love Rambo, okay?
So, my “ex-boyfriend” (and I use quotation marks because I’m not entirely sure what he is at the moment) and I went out for coffee, had a nice little stroll down Main Street in the rain, and then went to Wal-Mart, where I used my charms (okay, so, I might be the Devil’s child, but there are few things more badass than a pretty girl who loves violence) to convince him to buy the “Ultimate Edition” box set of the first 3 Rambo movies.
It’s odd: we’ve spoken to and seen each other more often since we’ve “broken up” than we did in the last two months of our relationship. When we were on our way to Middletown, he even left the radio on when “Born to Run” started playing, even though he doesn’t like Bruce [but knows that I do]. The evening only could have been better if he’d let me keep the movies…
I’ll just have to go back to Wal-Mart on my own, because I really need this man in my life:
Mmm. Yes, please.
May 26th, 2012
Awkward moments in video-editing history.
You’ll notice that my intro music is “Ain’t Good Enough For You.”
I, uh… hnng. What was I just talking about?
(Source: thebitusaperiod, via springsteen-season)
(Source: illbeonthathill, via withallthemadnessinmysoul)
My dad just told me that he is going on a roadtrip tomorrow:
he and his two best friends are driving up to Vermont to go falconing.
FALCONING, PEOPLE. Do you know what falconing is?
I have the coolest dad in the history of fatherhood.
Meet me in the Land of Hope and Dreams.
^ I wanna be friends with this person.
:) Oh, hey, let’s be friends, love!
May 25th, 2012
Meet me in the Land of Hope and Dreams.
My sister’s best friend unexpectedly stopped by to bake a cake. As if that isn’t bad enough, her sister (who was in my graduating class but has done absolutely nothing with her life), is also here. Amber is my favorite of Hannah’s friends, but she’s unbelievably loud and they always leave a mess; Cassie is just awkward and irritating. Even my dad came into the kitchen and gave me a look like, “What the fuck is this trailer trashery?”
I’ve spent all day cleaning my room and filling trash bags to go to Goodwill, and now there is a circus of stupidity and awkwardness in my kitchen. If it wasn’t dusk, Rosalita and I would be heading out ASAP.
On the bright side, my dad brought me a delicious treat.
And yes, that IS “Human Touch” on my iPod.
