So, I'm kinda obsessed with Kreayshawn at the moment and need to express that while on the 'trip of boredom' to the mythical 'chi-town.' For those who don't get the lingo, I'm refering to chicago (in my case, the burbs) where I'll live on an aero bed for a week while stealing internet in the 'rents room. The joy. The rapture. The raptor.
Jealous?
Oh god, the fleetwood mac has begun and the ipod is 'dying' aka, it was fully charged 2 days ago when it was used last and now it's in the red. Screw you, Apple 3rd generation nano, I hope you get worms.
Aside from the bitching, I'm really thankful for some things ... that both occured on friday: legalization of marriage equality in the great state of ny along with seeing my goddaughter be baptized. PLUS, BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY JUST CAME ON. PRAISE BE TO HOVA.
Anyway, the baptism was great: Blake was a real trooper and didn't scream when the water got in her eyes. Or when she began smelling like an italian dish mixed with some decorative soaps. What a great godbaby :) I hope my gift of a 'gender bender build a bear' doesn't scare her. Baxter the bear looks quite dashing in a dress. Also, shouldn't a warning be on the build-a-bear workshop? I walk in, totally not prepared to handle a stuffed animal carcas. I almost had some ptsd flashbacks to that time we talked about scalping in the 4th grade. It wasn't pretty and is the only thing I remember from fort ancient, named such since we're in ohio and we just do the obvious since being obtuse would only cause us to be 15 years behind the east coast rather than the regular 10. Red tape and little patients. It also didn't help that after I picked up the carcas and asked the associates 'so how does this work,' they both started laughing. 'SOME BIG ROOM / FULL OF BAD BITCHES,' indeed.
Regardless, love is great and felt/displayed in many ways. I'll never get sick of it, even if I have to go in a build-a-bear again and be laughed at. It's worth it.
P.S.
Knowing I got to see my boyfriend of an eon this weekend just sweetend the deal/softened the blow of being scared of build-a-bear store. Thanks, Atila.
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