April 28, 2002 :: 7:20 p.m.
I am hermetically sealed
Heh. Okay, I got some weird Google hits last night/today. Observe:
"my dad and sister fucking" (The results page was mostly in Arabic, interestingly.)
"how to eat a girl to a orgasm" (The only problem I have with this is the fact that they said "A orgasm." It's AN orgasm, idiot.)
"mouth to mouth girl" (Erm. Yes.)
Anyway. Adam slept over last night. It was really nice; sleeping with him is quite possibly my favorite thing ever. I took him back to school a few hours ago - it made me very sad. *pouts* I didn't want to give him back. I never want to give him back, though, so that's nothing new. We're going to hang out on Wednesday, but that seems so far away... mer. I shouldn't complain. I mean, usually I would have seen him for a few hours yesterday, returned him to school, and then had to wait a week for the cycle to repeat. I'm just really anxious for him to come home. Less than a week... I. Cannot. Fucking. Wait.
My dad made us french toast for lunch because I make really bad french toast. I have an aversion toward butter. My father, however, does not. He slathered it on - there was seriously a puddle of butter in the pan. It was like french toast, version 2.0: a heart attack waiting to happen. It was good, though. I could only handle one piece; I have no idea how Adam ate three without going into cardiac arrest. Stupid boys and their superhuman metabolisms. In any case, I think it's really cool that my parents don't mind Adam sleeping over. I like that mucho grande.
On the way home from Annville, it rained like a mofo. So hard that I could barely see, even with my wipers on the highest setting. It was scary. I saw some sheep in a field and I felt bad that they weren't inside.
Iron Chef is a re-run. Boo.
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