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i like this because it reminds me of mortal kombat. which is my favorite movie. well, one of them. I would say The Page Master would be my favorite. Or Milo and Otis. It's a tie. I remember last summer when I tricked everyone into watching TPM on the projector in my living room. nice.

polly pocket

I think primordial dwarfs are cute

chuddy duddy nom nom

Summer has stretched the tips of its toes into the lazy pool of mediocrity and I am being pushed further into the pulpy muck of freedom. I haven't quite reached the point where I'm ready for school to start, but I'm having a difficult time biding my time. Almost in the sense that there is so much to do I can only do nothing in reaction.

i feel like an asshole for not having any real problems.

the indiscretion of my bicycle

June, you are a nasty little bitch and i hope you get mugged. I feel like everything is beginning to unravel now that summer school is over. I must maintain these feelings of creation and stop taking so many naps.

I had a pretty killer bike wipe-out early this week. I flashed back to reality when the rain came down the the shit lip of lower Vermillion. This brings to note the fact that I have apparently lost my diction. One stupid comment and now I am at a loss for expression.

where that summer stink at?

i am caught at the anxious point of a pre-natal summer and find myself getting... twitchy. Every little noise is making me jump, and I have become certain of figures behind me, which are regrettably gone every time I look around. The thought has absorbed into my skin, and I am positive that there is a tick somewhere in my hair... it's just very good at hiding. nonsense, god dammit. 

this summer I have decided that I am going to try and make a new dress every day. I have digressed from having the stipulation of wearing every new outfit on the day of its production, it's just not possible. And i usually fuck something up so it's not immediately available. but you gots to keep those hands busy ya know?

I want my summer to look a whole lot like this.

and not so much like this.

I also would like to learn Morse code.

hey derr

summer of the god damn sexes, eh?

I feel cruel, but in a good way. 

I think that Whitney Houston's "I'm every woman" could be dubbed over anything.

$$$

well well well, April. You sure are a bitch, aren't you?

last night I was in Sioux Falls staying at my parents' house and B-nizz (mom) and I decided to go hot tubbing. I didn't have a swim suit with me, but since I had been heavily drinking whiskey for the previous two hours, I didn't really have any qualms with going naked. thankfully b-nizz is a bigger lush than I am, and didn't have a problem with my lack of attire. 

So: we make one more drink and after an extremely awkward submersion, we are tubbin! b-nizz gets sick of it after about twenty minutes but fuck dood, I still have half a drink left so I opt to stay. B-nizz forgot her towel, so she had to borrow mine to go inside, taking it only with a promise of pinky swear magnitude to return it after she dried off inside.

fast forward twenty minutes.

Drink is gone. Towel is still gone. I have given up on B but am now hankerin for a cigarette. I figure, it's one in the morning, everyone is asleep; I can just run inside quick, grab a towel and a smoke, and be back in the water, no problem. 

well.

To my absolute horror: the door is locked. B-nizz is a drunk bitch and locked the door behind her, having NO intention of returning my towel and apparently not giving a shit that she has left me outside. NAKED.

after procuring a small sapling for coverage and pounding the shit out of my sister's window to no avail, I am forced to go to go to our front fucking door and start a knockin. and and and who of course has to be the one to get out of bed?

MY GOD DAMN FATHER

so:

1. drunk

2. nipples

3. awkward

happy easter.