February 2010
39 posts
I'm ashamed.
For not posting more. So much to post & I haven’t gotten to it. But I shall! Maybe more than twice a day. But for now, it is time to KO. Seeing as it is already 12:00am. G’night tumblr.
January 2010
9 posts
Chocolate Milk.
This is a conversation between me and my five year old cousin. Her name is Aquasia.
Aquasia: (Glancing at my chest) Why do you have big boobies?
Me: (Looking down, chuckling) Well, because God gave them to me.
Aquasia: (Curious stare) What do they do?
Me: Uhm.. Well when you were just a baby, your mommy used to feed you with them.
Aquasia: (With disgust) Eww! I ate her boobies!?
Me: No, she fed you milk.
Aquasia: Where does the milk come from?
Me: The boobies.
Aquasia: Oh. (Blank stare, then face morphs into epiphany stats) Then you must have chocolate milk in your boobies!
Me: (Laughing hysterically, thinking wtf!?) Why is it chocolate milk?
Aquasia: (Confused) Cause you're skin looks like light chocolate.
Me: (Trying to hide my laughter) Yes. God gave me chocolate milk boobies.
Aquasia: Can I have some!?
Me: (In shock, dying of laughter) No, Aquasia. That is for my baby.
Aquasia: (Pouting) Okay then. (Walks away)
That had to be THE best comment on my breasteses I have ever gotten in my whole entire life.
-SIGHSIGHSIGH/SWOON. I love this song. Reminds me...
VENTING/RANTING.
I swear. Why does this have to be so complicated!? I wish the truth was told before we got this deep into a mess. I don’t want you to feel strained in our situation. If this was done earlier, NONE of this stuff would have happened. Maybe the day after I told you my problems, you could have called me over to do the same. Now you’re all distant & what not. I’ve picked it up...
Shelfari; Bookshelf! →
I miss reading so much. There’s not enough time in the day to get in a good read anymore. Guess I’ll just have to save that for the summer time, seeing as this summer includes no school assigned reading. Finishing a book is a hard to explain. Throughout the book, I get so attached to the characters that I feel as though their my own personal friends. (Hahha, sounds way creeperish.)...
