Cunnilingus = Cool, Part I

Status Report

Wearing: AC/DC shirt, hoodie, black shorts, slippers with charcoal socks

Feeling: Pretty damn good.

WinAmp is playing: Vietnow – Rage Against The Machine

Last ate: Two weiners, and Five Alive.

Entry Start Time: 9:42 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

So I bought a rubber Vagina today and named her Bambi. But, let’s back up a minute.

*init time warp music*

I got up bright and early yesterday, as I have been for the past week. Scary how I’ve been going to bed early and getting up early. I got out the door a little past 7. Kivudet was clearly dazed when I picked him up. His girlfriend, Yoga, was typically girlish when we picked her up. Meaning, she wasn’t ready when I got there, even though I told her we’d leave her dwelling around 8. One minute early, at 8:29, we arrived at General Disk Error’s house.

Yay, no more driving for me!

There, I discovered Grunge and TRENTS+EIN were already there, as well as some carbon-based units with whom I wasn’t familiar with. I spotted the General’s little sister (who is a minor), and promptly asked if she thought she lived there or something. *smiles* I love dumb jokes. I made the mistake up openning up the dart board. I mean. Trent was there. Trent with darts. Trent throwing pointy things is BAADDD. NO TRENT PUT DOWN THE PINEAPPLE.

*clears throat*

The General’s parents rented (I would assume) two Ford Windstars. To this, I said, “Dodges are better.” Mama Cherry is a 1988 Dodge Caravan, remember. There was a walkie-talkie in each van. Um. Vans full of kids and two walkie-talkies. You figure it out.

Oh duh, I haven’t even mentioned. We went to Dorney Park for General Disk Error’s 18th birthday. (I can now legally have sex with him! Well, in some states.) I left my flip-flops at home, in favor of shoes. Nevermind comfort, I avoid shoes at all costs in the summer. I just had this crazy notion it wouldn’t be warm enough. Ha ha. I also didn’t bring any swimming trunks/thongs/garments. Whatever.

I’m not giving a damn highlight reel show. (Or maybe I am.) I can barely remember shit, myself. (And yet, other things I can remember perfectly.) I remember being indecisively when we got there. I shouldn’t have been so surprised when Skunkie and I were indecisive at the Minnesota State Fair last summer. We… went on a rollercoaster. It went up, down, around and around, and upside down. I remember thinking, “Wow. That was it?” I concluded that I’ve lost my youthful enthusiasm for amusement parks. I do remember when I was scared of going upside down. After taking physics, I realized, “Oh.” I think I said that about everything. “Physics.”

I love the swings. Kivudet and Yoga went with me. Behind us was this guy and his kid sister. It was clear she wanted to go, but he didn’t. Now that I think about it, why didn’t he just not go on it and wait for her? Anyway, he was making a big stink about how he was too old for the swings. The little shit is younger than me. He was taunting his little sister, saying she was “scared” of the other rides. I wanted to slap him upside the head. It wasn’t just what he was saying, it was how he was saying it. I can read body language, the boy is a prick. It must be one of those things. You like it as a kid, then shun it as you get older, because it’s “kiddie stuff.” Then, when you grow up, you go back to those old things because they remind you of your youth. The funny thing is that I don’t remember ever going on the swings (at an amusement park) as a kid. I just like doing them now.

I remember Kivudet impulsively buying some chocolate. Um. I’d say the chocolate didn’t like me. I had some, and I immediately lost my appetite. I felt thirsty, so I got some water. Figured it would help me process the massive amounts of sugar hitting my bloodstream. I eventually developed a slight headache, but nothing severe.

I brought a camera. I remember Heather taking a picture of me at the General’s house. So, I whipped it out and took a picture back. Whenever Kivudet and Yoga would do something cute, we’d take pictures. There was this enclosed area, with a ledge you could sit on, and waterfall behind it. Screamed romantic. Three camera flashes later. *laughs* Picture, picture, reminds me.

(General Disk Error, Grunge, Timmy, Kivudet)
(Heather, Yoga)

(General Disk Error, Cliff, Kivudet)
(Grunge, Timmy, Trent AKA “The Drunken Sheriff”)

After a cart blanche (Or whatever it’s called) lunch provided by the General’s `rents, we had one of those wild west pictures taken. *smiles* As you can clearly see, in the first picture, everybody crossdressed. I was clearly the best-dressed guy. Well, as a girl, I mean. You should have seen me. *laughs* The thing I was wearing showed off my shoulders. Compared to what the General was wearing, I had rather feminine upper body. I even have bigger boobs than Kivudet. (No, BIGGAYDAN, I do not have man breasticles.) You’ll notice I’m holding a gun in the second pictures. As I was figuring out how I pose, I noticed, “Wow, so this is why Republicans love guns.” Though, I can’t seriously see myself ever buying a gun. Guns have only one purpose: Killing.