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Girl. I wanna take you to a gay bar.
Jul. 14th, 2007 12:40 amI just made a pair of ghetto-as-hell Edgeworth pants for Gabe.
My mom bailed me out when I screwed up the crotch. And the sewing machine. Like twice. I'd iron them to bejezus and back to establish the suit-pants crease-lines, but the only iron in the house hasn't been used since I was kindergarten, and it's of dodgy integrity.
What is this shit? I'm not supposed to find Bleach engaging. I'm supposed to be content to turn off [adult swim] after ATHF is over. I'm also not supposed to find Urahara funny as all hell fuck :/
If I start doing this with Naruto somebody take me out of my misery before I start embarrassing myself.
I also had a dream I was in Berlin with my Granddad and Dad, and the Hilton hotel caught fire (I don't remember a Hilton, but I'm SURE there is one there), and we were somehow blamed for it, and the German cops who took us in didn't speak any English. I woke up when we were in a bus with all the other foreigners headed to Some Unknown Location, probably for something unpleasant. It wasn't Berlin as I recall it, however; it was the generic weird huge sprawling "city" I've dreamed of as Miami, Oklahoma City, San Jose, and a variety of other settings. It always has a sprawling subway system. I'd love to draw it or otherwise accurately articulate it; it's nuts.
My mom bailed me out when I screwed up the crotch. And the sewing machine. Like twice. I'd iron them to bejezus and back to establish the suit-pants crease-lines, but the only iron in the house hasn't been used since I was kindergarten, and it's of dodgy integrity.
What is this shit? I'm not supposed to find Bleach engaging. I'm supposed to be content to turn off [adult swim] after ATHF is over. I'm also not supposed to find Urahara funny as all hell fuck :/
If I start doing this with Naruto somebody take me out of my misery before I start embarrassing myself.
I also had a dream I was in Berlin with my Granddad and Dad, and the Hilton hotel caught fire (I don't remember a Hilton, but I'm SURE there is one there), and we were somehow blamed for it, and the German cops who took us in didn't speak any English. I woke up when we were in a bus with all the other foreigners headed to Some Unknown Location, probably for something unpleasant. It wasn't Berlin as I recall it, however; it was the generic weird huge sprawling "city" I've dreamed of as Miami, Oklahoma City, San Jose, and a variety of other settings. It always has a sprawling subway system. I'd love to draw it or otherwise accurately articulate it; it's nuts.
