Red is out exploring the neighborhood. trying to get to tropicana. she was asking ME for directions (insert hearty laughter). i reminded her she has maps on her phone. twit.
i told Red i don't straighten my hair often because when i do, i play with it all the time. and i straightened my hair so she could see what it looks like. and now i can't stop playing with it. running my fingers through it. that isn't something you can do with naturally curly hair. not without pulling and tearing at it. my hair is also much longer straight, of course. so it tickles me on my arms and i keep thinking there are bugs on me. not good.
i don't know how i'm going to do it for the slam. i want it in my face. so pigtails are out. straight is probably my best option.
i got checked out on pof.com. she looks like chaz bono, though. she looks like she's into sports. i'm just hoping i can meet people. i'm not looking to fall in love or hook up. i'm especially not looking to hook up. i've been on mood stabalizers too long to have any sort of sex drive. cydniey just wants some lesbo friends. ={
doc left the garage door open today and there was a mass cat escape. i just got vader in. he was the last of them. somehow bagira got his big fatness up on the wall and was walking around. leeloo stayed in the garage and teased milo.
it's starting to get dark here. it was a warm day, but i'm gearing up for hot. i certainly hope that Red is okay with me not wearing pants, because i don't plan to all summer. i remember last summer. and now that i've been exiled for all my smoking to the outside, pants are going to be optional in a month. what i'm really waiting for is the wind to warm up. i don't mind the breezes, but i prefer the warm ones that make you feel like you're standing in a giant hair dryer to the ones that make me scurry in here and grab my sweatshirt. i shouldn't complain. it's still cold where kelli is. doesn't stop me from rubbing it in when i call her, but we should feel some empathy for her. just as i feel empathy for you if it's cold where you are. move to the bloody desert, fool!
