Cattie

*spews peaches everywhere*
Since when did Spock get added to your list of husbands?
*hems and haws and gnaws out bits of peach from throat*
Warning: graphic content. Oops, too late.

Anyways, Spock, really? Me and Glo-Glo had a looong conversation about Spock and how he is mis-guided. Glo-Glo then proceeded to say, "He is mis-guided? Is he on a journey? Will you guide him?" I then proceeded to tell her how yes, I would guide him on his journey and set him on the straight past so he is husband material for my wife.

...I never thought I would say those words in my life before.
Then, that was before I ever knew Sarah in my life.
...Things rather changed after I met Sarah.
*amused pause*

But really, the barely-an-inch long bangs? That hair, that hair, that hair. Honey, that hair! I itch to take a pair of scissors to it. Or, perhaps not, seeing as I have never shown proficiency with the scissors (did you see my Valentines Day collage in 2nd grade? Alas, it met a sticky doom! Curse the leaky glue stick!)

Well, my mother had officially told me where she stands on buying things on the Internet. Loudly. Enthusiastically. Vehemently. Translation? I am never, ever allowed to buy anything on the internet. Amongst her vast hoard of shitty reasons is "we'll get junk mail!" "the site might not be safe!" "I don't want that credit card number all over the place!" After a while the endless droning numbed my ears and I succumbed to bliss. But last time I checked, many people buy things online. Many as in millions. That's why CompUSA went out of business - because people kept buying their stuff on the internet.

*long-suffering pause*

On that note, I think I played Sims once before when I went over to the house of one of my father's associates. I played Sims and set a woman on fire and then killed her to death. The Grim Reaper even showed up.

Woulda thunk it.