"Hobbes Was Fond of His Dram..."
Apr. 26th, 2004 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneI'm home. This should by no means imply that I am, in fact, alive.
That said.
Day one: Aunt hates me. Ooh, MAD magazines. Hi, grandparents.
Day two: Aunt still hates me. Eek, cousins! Eek, the cousins are insane! But ooh, Southern barbeque.
Day three: Where are we going? Hello? Where are we going? Alabama? Why didn't anyone tell me? Hmm, space station. Ooh, let's do this! It won't hurt! There's no way I can hurt myself doing this! ...OW. Huh. Why don't any of the D.A.R.E. kids and teachers know what D.A.R.E. stands for? Ooh, Jack Daniels! Ack, the guide is insane! Hey, quit picking on me for being short! Jack Daniels was short! *blink* Whiskey. ACK. You, mister guide-person, have just killed my sinuses clapping the air from a mellowing vat in my face. Oh dear, Aunt still definitely hates me. Well, I'm sorry I like Japanese CATS better than the English.
Day four: Aunt is going away? Cool! Let's throw water balloons! Hm. I'm wet. Oh NO! Will, get that shaving cream away from me. AHHH. Oh dear, I'm very wet and very sticky. Let's go home. Mmm, home is nice. More MAD magazines. Flannel! Murder mysteries!
Day five: Oh my God, Will, I didn't know you knew that word... (FIVE HOURS LATER) Will, will you fucking stop saying fuck every other word? Johanna, will you stop talking about tits and balls? I'm going to go insane. -_-
Day six: Do not wake me up at seven, boy. Do not talk 'smack-talk'. Do not take my stuffed raven hostage. BWAHAHA! Die, little boy! I shall kill you! You're Buckland? Okay, if you want to think that. STOP THROWING CROQUET BALLS AT ME! Aunt still hates us. -_- Aunt, do not make my Waen cry. How is it possible she is related to Mum?
Day seven: Thank God, we're leaving. Goodbye, unfortunate aunt! Goodbye, laid-back Icelandic uncle who speaks six languages! Goodbye, disgusting little cousins who need to learn to say more than dickhead and asshole! Goodbye, smoke-ring-blowing grandfather! Goodbye, loony grandmother! Soujin is home!
Well, that's it in a nutshell. More later.
That said.
Day one: Aunt hates me. Ooh, MAD magazines. Hi, grandparents.
Day two: Aunt still hates me. Eek, cousins! Eek, the cousins are insane! But ooh, Southern barbeque.
Day three: Where are we going? Hello? Where are we going? Alabama? Why didn't anyone tell me? Hmm, space station. Ooh, let's do this! It won't hurt! There's no way I can hurt myself doing this! ...OW. Huh. Why don't any of the D.A.R.E. kids and teachers know what D.A.R.E. stands for? Ooh, Jack Daniels! Ack, the guide is insane! Hey, quit picking on me for being short! Jack Daniels was short! *blink* Whiskey. ACK. You, mister guide-person, have just killed my sinuses clapping the air from a mellowing vat in my face. Oh dear, Aunt still definitely hates me. Well, I'm sorry I like Japanese CATS better than the English.
Day four: Aunt is going away? Cool! Let's throw water balloons! Hm. I'm wet. Oh NO! Will, get that shaving cream away from me. AHHH. Oh dear, I'm very wet and very sticky. Let's go home. Mmm, home is nice. More MAD magazines. Flannel! Murder mysteries!
Day five: Oh my God, Will, I didn't know you knew that word... (FIVE HOURS LATER) Will, will you fucking stop saying fuck every other word? Johanna, will you stop talking about tits and balls? I'm going to go insane. -_-
Day six: Do not wake me up at seven, boy. Do not talk 'smack-talk'. Do not take my stuffed raven hostage. BWAHAHA! Die, little boy! I shall kill you! You're Buckland? Okay, if you want to think that. STOP THROWING CROQUET BALLS AT ME! Aunt still hates us. -_- Aunt, do not make my Waen cry. How is it possible she is related to Mum?
Day seven: Thank God, we're leaving. Goodbye, unfortunate aunt! Goodbye, laid-back Icelandic uncle who speaks six languages! Goodbye, disgusting little cousins who need to learn to say more than dickhead and asshole! Goodbye, smoke-ring-blowing grandfather! Goodbye, loony grandmother! Soujin is home!
Well, that's it in a nutshell. More later.
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Date: 2004-04-26 07:53 pm (UTC)And ew, relatives. I sympathize. But just think, they could be providing you with story material! My mom always says that I should write a sitcom based on my dad's family... :P
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Date: 2004-04-26 08:09 pm (UTC)How true... -_- It'd be an R-rated sitcom, of course, with my people...
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Date: 2004-04-27 06:26 pm (UTC)Nice icon. :)