Mirror Mirror... or Strange Days
Jun. 9th, 2004 04:32 amIt had been a strange day. First of all, my dad asked if he could borrow one of my Blind Guardian cd's to listen to in the car as he did errands. I lent him "Nightfall in Middle Earth." He liked it.
Second of all, the stars aligned themselves in decree that Uberreiniger's smoothly-running sleep schedule of the last two months should, on this worst of days, be thrown off kilter again, netting me an hour-and-a-half's worth of sleep this day. Not good.
Then it was up and to the airport to procure the lovely, talented, and thong-clad
stitchedsutures who has been complaining for days now about having to wear girly clothes due to the wedding she's come here to be involved in. I pick her up to find her in girly clothes of her own free will. Then it was onward to meet with
megiloth and
thanis_bloodsto where Megiloth's domestic canine did put all his three stones of weight down onto the genitalia of Uberreiniger and der Uberreiniger felt much pain. As soon as I recovered, it was off to the grocery store where we learned what forty-six dollars of bloody meat looked like and Megiloth and Stitchedsutures proved that if you're walking in front of people in a grocery store, people really will follow you anywhere.
Then it was over to Lesley and Deans where me, Megiloth and Thanis stood around drinking beer while watching a gorgeous redhead in a miniskirt (Stitched) rearrange Lesley and Dean's refrigerator. I had an urge to say "Yip" and talk about carbeurators and to complain about those "dern homasekshuls ruinin' er kuntry" and about "them gawdamned feriners" and how they "took er jobs!" It was great :)
The owners of the house arrived and forty-six dollars worth of meat went into the fire and came out a glistening brown and was, by the assembly, eaten. Lesley finally admitted she didn't know what a backdoor redhead was and I told her. She suspected correctly. I was somewhat hurt that she had merely been playing along all these months pretending to know what one was. It's like she lied to me. I am pain. I am goth. I am a vile scion of blackest darkness. The more I try to craft weapons against my enemies the deeper I dig my hole and soon I will drag the dirt of my own weaknesses in on top of me, smothering me in the abyss of my soul. I just want. To fucking. Die. I'm kidding.
We talked about everything. Gaming, ghost-hunting, abortion, theatre, thongs, the thongs Lesley wasn't wearing, strip clubs, propper cleaning of dildos, weather ancient Egyptians were gay or just Goth. The whole evening was basically like reading a really strange LJ interests list and clicking on each link.
Talked with Lesley more about the kendo lessons she and Dean are taking and they are going to talk to their instructor friend and try and get me involved. Finally, a chance to put that kendo stick I won playing L5R to good use! And for free, even. An excellent price. *keeps fingers crossed*
Everyone was still partying when I had to leave for work. Suck :( Stitched gave me many hugs and told me she loved me. I realize I love her too. Thank you Amanda! There was a hook-up of Ayreon cd's too. And there was much rejoicing.
The day ended as it began, with Blind Guardian in the car stereo, only with me driving this time >:)
Second of all, the stars aligned themselves in decree that Uberreiniger's smoothly-running sleep schedule of the last two months should, on this worst of days, be thrown off kilter again, netting me an hour-and-a-half's worth of sleep this day. Not good.
Then it was up and to the airport to procure the lovely, talented, and thong-clad
Then it was over to Lesley and Deans where me, Megiloth and Thanis stood around drinking beer while watching a gorgeous redhead in a miniskirt (Stitched) rearrange Lesley and Dean's refrigerator. I had an urge to say "Yip" and talk about carbeurators and to complain about those "dern homasekshuls ruinin' er kuntry" and about "them gawdamned feriners" and how they "took er jobs!" It was great :)
The owners of the house arrived and forty-six dollars worth of meat went into the fire and came out a glistening brown and was, by the assembly, eaten. Lesley finally admitted she didn't know what a backdoor redhead was and I told her. She suspected correctly. I was somewhat hurt that she had merely been playing along all these months pretending to know what one was. It's like she lied to me. I am pain. I am goth. I am a vile scion of blackest darkness. The more I try to craft weapons against my enemies the deeper I dig my hole and soon I will drag the dirt of my own weaknesses in on top of me, smothering me in the abyss of my soul. I just want. To fucking. Die. I'm kidding.
We talked about everything. Gaming, ghost-hunting, abortion, theatre, thongs, the thongs Lesley wasn't wearing, strip clubs, propper cleaning of dildos, weather ancient Egyptians were gay or just Goth. The whole evening was basically like reading a really strange LJ interests list and clicking on each link.
Talked with Lesley more about the kendo lessons she and Dean are taking and they are going to talk to their instructor friend and try and get me involved. Finally, a chance to put that kendo stick I won playing L5R to good use! And for free, even. An excellent price. *keeps fingers crossed*
Everyone was still partying when I had to leave for work. Suck :( Stitched gave me many hugs and told me she loved me. I realize I love her too. Thank you Amanda! There was a hook-up of Ayreon cd's too. And there was much rejoicing.
The day ended as it began, with Blind Guardian in the car stereo, only with me driving this time >:)
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Date: 2004-06-09 06:19 am (UTC)Also, I want a backdoor redhead.
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Date: 2004-06-09 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-09 10:52 am (UTC)Re: back
Date: 2004-06-14 06:12 am (UTC)I had an awesome time at the BBQ! Thanks so much for giving me the ride from the airport as well. I hope you're enjoying those Ayreon CDs. I've really REALLY bonded with them throughout the last couple years i've had them.
Oh.. and who couldnt love a guy who flashes his tits for my camera while wating for his bratwurst to cook? Certainly not I!