busyIf there was any wonder why my BFF is my BFF, here's why: Emily (who is three, let's not forget) wanted to send her an email. Their exchange is as follows:
From Emily:
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My BFF's reply:
Dear "Emily",
Please don't ever clog my important work email address with this gobbledeegook ever again. And I mean it! Unless you have something constructive to say or a value-add for the university's commerce department, save it. I see you have a numeral "5" in there, too, which makes absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever. I know you're young, but it's no excuse for writing like this. Check back with me in 10 years, and I might be able to understand your writing.
*~*~*~*
HA HA HA. Saying "fucking" to a 3 year old is AWESOME.
Emily (after recovering from her first concrit) declared today to be Love Day. She is so fucking soft. Pussy. *sigh*
Things I Love, By Stoney Stoneopolis
- Gunn's full lips
- Xander in a speedo, before covering up in embarassment
- S1 Angel in a tank
- S6 Spike digging for his lighter in Buffy's... jeans. Fuuuuuuck. Michael Lee, front door, 12th grade. Fuuuuuck.
- Sex, rough, sweet, fast, slow, gimmie gimmie gimmie
- Chocolate
- SALT (OMG, I want to lick the bottom of the bag of my Kettle Chips)
- Being still - warm by the sun - listening to birds - my cat making that funky, rusty meow at them
- Did I mention the fullness of Gunn's lips that want me to chew them? I'm probably pumping his cock, too, and making moans in the back of my throat.
- When Mr. Stoney gets home from a long trip (read: every fucking week)
- MUSIC, OMG. Fantino. Owns me today. Oh, and Humpty Dance. Hee!!
- Naked Tom Wellington. Good fucking lord.
- The knowledge that I pre-ordered HP and the 1/2 Blood Prince and it will arrive soon
- OMG, FUCKING STAR WARS!!
So to sum up, life = busy, busy = thinky, thinky = good, therefore, life = good. For the record, I cannot get:
BRR!
It's cold in here!
There must be some Toros in the atmosphere!
I said, oh wee oh wee oh!
Ice, ice, ice.
Out of my head. Hence the music accompaning this post. Gropes all around!
[ETA] just chopped a big, pungent onion, tears streaming down my face. Daughter and friend walk in, I fake sobbing, and turn to my daughter as she asks why I'm crying: "Because of something you DID!" Ha ha. Bonus points for making her friend (who I don't like) uncomforatble = a million. Now, WHY does my MIL think I'm a bad parent? Come on. She laughed when she saw the onion. HEEE!
