subject: swedes are so strange...
mood: hungry
music: the recently flushed toiley
CPCetc: oh, sundays, you toy with my emotions
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Skipped Church today and felt all the better for it. That's right, Jesus. I broke our date and chose instead to enter the delightfully sinful world of Domlijah Lovin. How. Now. Brown. Cow. Practised lines with Haley for a bit (ie the hour it took to cruise through the entire script) and then went over to Katiemakes's house to watch Rocky Horror. Her girlfriend is really cute and they were being all couple-y and stuff. Usually that's really uncomfortable, but it really wasn't. I was just kind of worried that Haley was going to turn around while they were going at it. Nothing personal, I'm just over-protective. And because Katiemakes asked me to, here is a picture of Bosie in all his feminine charm:

I'm so being him for Halloween. I just need to find a suit and something to do with my hair. And semi-period clothing. And a whang. *cries a little*

ANYWAY! my Da's cousin or something showed up at the door. And she talked. ..And talked. ...And talked. Christ but Swedes talk a lot. We have this horrible tendency to gossip too. I mean, my Da is definitely an aging Jewish woman at heart. For example, he feeds everyone. And he adds stuff to prepackaged food so that it's heartier. And he knows all these stories that subconsciously teach you life-lessons. But when he gets with family members, he is very definitely a Swede. He knows more genealogy than is at all healthy. And he reminisces (sp?) like you wouldn't believe. Still, I like his stories. But that's just me and I'm a freak like that.

Kiri >^.^< ~mew!