So... Flickie's got big Valentine's plans. Says it was expensive.

Squish.

I wanna know what it is. Badly.

In other news, I almost killed him last night. I thought he was a thief. I was in the bathroom, and when I was done, I walked out into the dark hallway, with no time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden lighting change. Basically, rendered blind. As I walked through the hall to get back to our room, he's en route to the bathroom... the same route I'm taking. So, I smack right into him. He, instead of saying anything, just grabs my arms, and leads me to the steps that lead up to our room. With light force, he throws me onto the steps where I dash up. While running up the steps, I peek back, and realize it's him. So, instead of grabbing the fire extinguisher that was mounted on the wall, and bashing his skull in as planned, I dropped and panted sighs of relief. He asks me what my problem was, so I told him.

He had a good laugh, and his mom was curious what all the racket was, so he had to tell her. She too had a good laugh.

FML

Mood: I suppose, you think I think I know it all...

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I promise. I don't do listening to music and feeling nostalgic about my past, or when I first fell into Flickie's warm loving embrace. I don't. You can't prove it. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!

I absolutely promise that Lifehouse - Hanging by a Moment doesn't bring tears to my eyes, because I'm so happy I'm with him now.

I promise I'm not lying what-so-ever.

Or I am. I forget.

Mood: I suppose, you think I think I know it all...

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So. I had this dream that I liked this imaginary guy exactly the same as Flickie. So I moved in with my parents to think about it. Meanwhile, this other guy I know was loosing his fucking mind.

So, after a few days, Flickie comes by pissed, wanting his shit and wanting me to take my shit. Well, I was divided. I really wanted some of the PS2 games that aren't mine, but the only way to have them is to be with Flickie. Which made me wonder who I liked more.

Well, my parents had a nice house in my dream, and there were two flights of steps on opposite sides of the house that lead to the uppermost room. In that room was a door that lead into the attic. The attic was bomerang shaped, and lead into another room with steps that took it all the way down to the basement's secret room. These rooms were basically empty, save some boxes of stuff.

In the front porch, there were two doors. One to the living room, and one to the den. Each room had at least 2 paths pointing to it except for the secret basement. So, Flickie and I went from trying to figure out the stuff we have to running for our lives from the crazy guy. We wind up in some rich guy's back yard, and the rich guy dressing up as his wife, and then himself and randomly his dog so he could argue with her, and have his dog pipe up accordingly. He sees us, and starts to come at us when NAAPC shows up to arrest him (I don't know).

So, Flickie and I forgot why we were running, but then this other guy I know shows up and begs for my help. Big bird was on a killing spree. First, I had to make a new OC to help him, so I drew a dog with a lime green muzzle.

He and I go into the woods where Big Bird and Bear in the Big Blue House are, and they're both packing heat. My new OC kills them, so I was heading home, but the guy I know is loosing his damn mind. When I get back to my parents house, they're closing doors and opening other ones trying to spring the surprise on him. They tuff me and Flickie in that attic with the set off doors, and one of them is wide open. The one to the secret basement.

So we want to go down to it, but only if this guy I know isn't there, which we're not sure of.

Then I wake up.

Mood: All that I'm living for; all that I'm dying for...

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...someone says something, or does something really fucking stupid, but the rest of the group is completely on your side about it, but instead of calling out the moron, looks of frustration are simply exchanged?

It's an interesting feeling. Like, "Ohhhh god yes, everyone DOES see how much of a complete retard this bitch is being. We can't say anything, because we're all friends here, and there ain't shit we can do to fix her, but dear god thank you for being here!"

It's like, yes, I want to smack a ho, but so does everyone else, and that's just as calming as smacking a ho.

LOL.

Mood: Feeling like a big time fat cat.

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So... ya think typing all willy-nilly doesn't mean squat right?

Let's say I meant this, "A woman: without her, man is nothing."

But I typed it like this, "A woman without her man is nothing."

The message conveyed is totally lost, and misconstrued. So laddies and gents, please consider your friends across the keyboard... you never know when you'll need them.

I'm no grammar-nazi, as the basic typos and general misspellings don't bother me... but... seriously. Message conveyance is important!

Mood: Feeling like a big time fat cat.

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