Fuck Ciroc Vodka. My head feels like there is a hatchet in the middle of it splitting my brains. Also if I could go back in time I'd buy my 21 year old self a flask with a note that says "Fuck 8 dollar drinks." I went out last night and didn't spend a goddamn thing. "Can I get a sprite please?" walk into the crowd and pour myself a drink. Love it.
I'm at an anime convention in Galveston. There are freaks everywhere. It's amazing. I'm taking my phone when I go back in. I'll have pics. For now though, I'm going to the beach. And considering taking my flask and some cranberry juice.
These statements lead to the musical questions "Why are you at an anime convention?" and "Can we get pics of you at the beach?"
My boss owns the only Anime store in DFW, and we're here giving him a hand. Anddd...probably gonna happen, yes. In fact, it already kinda did? There's a Wal*Mart across from our hotel. I'm going to buy flipflops and cranberry juice.
There's a zombie jesus floating around, and then there's some guy on a Rascal who keeps rolling up to our booth and asking "Y'all got any dirty figures?" He wants the little girl pieces that are like...definite pedobear collector items...and the boobie mousepads, and all the anime porn we have. He's come buy twice, and then just keeps rolling through looking. Icky.
Maybe you need a hosepipe and a gorilla suit for the next time he rolls up? Is a Rascal one of those annoying scooter things with the tiny rollerblade-sized wheels? Every time I see one of those I want to hit the adult on it with a cricket bat - kids get a pass because we were all dumb at that age. I am feeling so bloated from dinner - it was 1 piece of fish (hake) and chips. Christ. Considering I'm a fat-ass, I really cannot put away a lot of food. Fail.
I think you're thinking of Razors. Rascals are like, motorized carts for the highly obese and elderly. People who can't (or don't want to) walk.
I'm easy. P.S. my last-minute idea is to put three black circles on a shirt and go as Jim from the office going as a piece of paper.
Got rid of my husband for the night. I should go to one of the two halloween parties I was invited to tonight, but I'd rather invite a few people over to watch hockey and get drunk. I'm getting so boring in my old age.
Speaking of old a boring... NSFW NSFW NSFW <a class="postlink" href="http://images.sensualdirectory.com/68737/files/2011/09/tumblr_llgnufkrc91qi6zmso1_400.gif" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://images.sensualdirectory.com/6873 ... o1_400.gif</a> You guys wouldn't be interested in anything like that. I like how anyone can jump into this conversation, with absolutely nothing to say, and be greeted warmly because they just post porn gifs.
So ...fuck Jimmy Johns. I go in, I order a sandwich, I pay for the sandwich (which was about $6.50 for fucking turkey on bread, nothing fancy), I pick up the sandwich in the appropriate spot, I see the drink dispenser, I ask for a cup for water. Girl tells me they charge 25 cents for the cup. Now there are about 6 people in the line to order and pay. Fuck if I am going to go back and stand in line to buy a 25 cent cup so I can have some water. And at no point during the ordering process was I asked if I wanted a drink.