heres the plan: gonna find a bank, and ROB it. running outta cash, fast. fuck. to make matters worse, i just busted a watermelon. it belonged to MT's mum, aka mother in law. shit. i passed it (and it was an excellent pass, mind you) to eugene, and because of the physics same as his mums, and his sweaty palms (he was humid), he failed to catch it with his short fingers (nearly as short but not short enough) and dropped the mofo like it was hot, but it was not. in fact, we found out why a watermelon was called a watermelon. alot of water came out. shit. wish it was a wo-de-mei-ren, then all the mei-ren's will come out. anyway, i blame eugene, but regardless, i have to negotiate with a watermelon in hand with mother in law to still allow our wedding to go on.
world cup update: i still dont give a .
shoshi's sleeping on the floor with a blankie (*hello* debs) and eugene's in the shower (hehehehe. hello eugene. peekaboo, i see you.) and im here looking at humsup websites. quick, clear the history files before joelle sees them.
hope you erm. cool girls are having fun in vietnam. remember, beware the tao gay.