how about a little less talk
and a little more shut the hell up?

early early morning today...

last night's adventure/dream:

i am with tt on the way from his parent's house to some EverythingStore...we plan to register a sawed-off shotgun. he removes the shotgun from the duffel in MyFormadibleOpponent's trunk (were still watching the boogermobile, i suppose - car-sitting!); the bag which also containes a blanket and our 1860 rifle.

the sports/gaming customer help desk is very much like a carnival booth constructed out of wood planks, complete with rotating silhouettes of rubber duckies on the top/roof - the prospect of target practice is too much for my tt who whips out the shotgun and fires four rounds (we brought in exactly 4 shells with us...?) and consequently takes 4 rotating ducks out.
the staff is shocked, and so am i - but they explain that it has happened before (this is what one gets when they require you to bring the gun and ammo into the store to register it, it seems.)

tt gives the information for another shotgun - out of comission and stored in his parent's garage - and somehow i keep my mouth shut (i want to say something, i was privy on the plan...and a little pissed off.)

we have completed the mission and are back to the car. upon packing the illegal(?) gun back in the duffel, he removes the rifle. the bayonet has snapped in half due to the bumpy drive and poor packing. i am enraged and yell...scream...tear a hole.

*poink*

strange...we do not currently have any guns, mind you - although we do plan on having the 1860 rifle shipped out from his parents house sometime soon...

me mum gave it to her dad - he died - she inherited it back - i asked to have it for xmas2003...it is an antique, you see, and quite pretty pretty as far as guns go. with the bayonet on it is about 7' tall and quite a piece of history!

...but such a violent/frustrating dream. better to get it out in dreams than when awake, i say. we are calm calm now, and my rage is tiding out.

side note:

i do not like the worms game - no. then again, i have the tiniest level of patience for playing such games, although i do not understand fully why. i prefer to 1stperson explore/shoot...toss huge spiked turtle shells back...to upgrade my armor, better my sword...action action.

jeez...civilization? i am too depressed about our world, let alone want the responsibility of creating another one.

i am sure it is different and fun and lovely for you - but for me, i would rather not turn on those frustration points...stressers...things that make me breathe funny, tossing down the controller...pout.

*yawn*

[random name] got a big ole butt
i know i told you i'd be true
but [random name] got a big ole butt
so i'm leavin' you

HA! i am such a six year old snickering at butt jokes...happy happy today regardless of the sinus headache. i win i win!