Saturday, March 04, 2006
The wonderlust issue, the trashcan incident |8:14 PM| Wonderlust is in town. The mook finally managed to come to town and NOT cancel the trip at the last minute.
There have been a lot of idiotic jokes, a fair amount of driving, and sleep deprivation and we still have another couple of days.
Right now, I don't have custody, as he's seeing SomeGirl. SomeGirl in relation to me can best be described as "I'm not talking to him." which is alright, I sinned in that church, pissed on the wrong floor, my actions were indefensible, and worse, were boring. Also, I owed Wonderlust some discretion, so I ditched him as requested and became just another vapor trail.
His plan was bold, I suppose. The right words for describing a marriage proposal are difficult to find. If challenged, I'd say finding the right chunk of old sea glass on a beach would be easier. Or maybe it's just that I'm writing this shit at 4am.
Before ditching Wonderlust to his fate, we had helped shop for trashcan punch related supplies with Cas. In a tiny Celica, with 3 people, a trashcan has very few places to fit. Not to mention the 12 oranges, crapload of strawberries, 20 liters of lemon lime soda, 12 cans of fruit juice, 2 bottles of vodka, and 2 bottles of everclear. I was clearing space in the back seat when Cas decided on jumping into the can itself, and insisted on being transported in this fashion. I braced the can as best I could, told her "The cops can't see you, or they'll pull us over", then covered her with a towel.
I proceeded to drive at a level of careful classified as absurdly.
A note on Cas, she has been near saint-like. On short notice she provided lodging to 'lust and really put up with our bullshit well. (like taking a picture of her blowdrying her hair at Mr. Lust's behest)
Shit went down, I wasn't present, I'm not one to comment on it, but Wonderlust did not become engaged that day. Luckily we had a trashcan full of booze and a backyard full of goddamn savages.
That's a lot of pictures of the dude from Portland, geez. As I am an egomaniac, I'd normally have pictures of myself, but none were flattering from this set.
We had a good time. Wonderlust got an interesting facial treatment and seemed to be having an alright time.
The wonderlust issue, the trashcan incident |8:14 PM| Wonderlust is in town. The mook finally managed to come to town and NOT cancel the trip at the last minute.
There have been a lot of idiotic jokes, a fair amount of driving, and sleep deprivation and we still have another couple of days.
Right now, I don't have custody, as he's seeing SomeGirl. SomeGirl in relation to me can best be described as "I'm not talking to him." which is alright, I sinned in that church, pissed on the wrong floor, my actions were indefensible, and worse, were boring. Also, I owed Wonderlust some discretion, so I ditched him as requested and became just another vapor trail.
His plan was bold, I suppose. The right words for describing a marriage proposal are difficult to find. If challenged, I'd say finding the right chunk of old sea glass on a beach would be easier. Or maybe it's just that I'm writing this shit at 4am.
Before ditching Wonderlust to his fate, we had helped shop for trashcan punch related supplies with Cas. In a tiny Celica, with 3 people, a trashcan has very few places to fit. Not to mention the 12 oranges, crapload of strawberries, 20 liters of lemon lime soda, 12 cans of fruit juice, 2 bottles of vodka, and 2 bottles of everclear. I was clearing space in the back seat when Cas decided on jumping into the can itself, and insisted on being transported in this fashion. I braced the can as best I could, told her "The cops can't see you, or they'll pull us over", then covered her with a towel.
I proceeded to drive at a level of careful classified as absurdly.
A note on Cas, she has been near saint-like. On short notice she provided lodging to 'lust and really put up with our bullshit well. (like taking a picture of her blowdrying her hair at Mr. Lust's behest)
Shit went down, I wasn't present, I'm not one to comment on it, but Wonderlust did not become engaged that day. Luckily we had a trashcan full of booze and a backyard full of goddamn savages.
That's a lot of pictures of the dude from Portland, geez. As I am an egomaniac, I'd normally have pictures of myself, but none were flattering from this set.
We had a good time. Wonderlust got an interesting facial treatment and seemed to be having an alright time.
Labels: Cass, Pictures, Wonderlust
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