I dare you to judge me by my actions…

I locked my ass in the garage (always an icky place) yesterday morning.  I stood there for about five minutes before I repressed my dignity enough to start banging on the door for another five minutes in order to wake up my dad.  Thankfully, my dad eventually came to my rescue and was too asleep to really notice anything odd.  He just opened up the door and asked sleepily, "Uhh… whats you doin’ inhurrr?"  So I’ve already lived the moment down.  ^_^  Whew!!!

::cackles evilly::  I’m such a master of brilliance…  

Regarding the plane crash  in NYC today, I told my homie who is in the Marine Corps that I wanted to see some fighter planes!  Offhandedly, he said that he knew some peeps from the Cherry Point air base… heh heh heh.  As we were leaving, I told him to send his homies to come visit me.  Yea, uh, he said "I sure will!" 
Umm… hopefully he was kidding.  I mean, my life would be TOTALLY complete if a Black Hawk or somethin’ fierce set down in our cul-de-sac and I got to go for a ride (WOOO!) but… I don’t look forward to explaining that to the neighbors.

Well, I guess they’d expect it…  The neighbors think my family’s really freakin’ weird and don’t socialize with us much.  My dad mows the lawn at midnight and on more than one occasion I’ve been seen in the front driveway either practicing with home-made nunchucks, fighting people with big giant sticks or walking on my hands.  I also run in circles around my front yard habitually at 10 pm or so and my music is always deafening… most notably at 1 am in the morning (Anyone for performing the "before bed Can-can" to Insane Clown Posse?).

Yesh.  That’s it, folks.
Peace.

-INMATE-

Wearing::  Maroon halter leotard (a liiittle more cleavage than I’d like athletically but it fits well) and baggy, black, strappy pants
Last ate:: Grahams & peanut butter.  Mmm.