Shiver Me Timbers, Thar's a Hole in This Here Boat!

It strikes me that I have not written here in a long time. Or so it seems. What can I say, I've gotten all swept up in the summer. And rightly so. Good things have come of this summer so far. The car, or the pirate, as I fondly like to refer to it, has been amazing. I think I've spent almost every weekend in the 'burbies/beachtowns of northern Mass. Summers should not belong to cities. Summers belong to beaches and wooded areas. So now I can adequately say that I feel like I've been enjoying SUMMER for what it is: hot, sunny, and out-of-doors.

Alas, the Pirate caught scurvy recently (and so did I for that matter). On Thursday I brought it up to my uncles so he could check the brakes out (because I noticed they seemed shady) and he gave me a lesson in brake-checkage. Wow, were theyyy fucked. My mom forbade me to drive until they were fixed, and rightly so. Because I ended up moving the car a good six feet for convenience purposes, and one of the brake pads just up and fell off. WHAT. This Pirate was walking the plank. (do you like my clever metaphors? they're so corny and delicious) So I went back up there today and figured out that the caliPer is friggen pissing me off. Yeah, we figured out that it was pissing me off... that's not vague or anything. Anyway it's annoying, and it's gonna be another week before we have the time to get it back together. Oh well. Mild hiatus for the scurvy-ridden drunkard.

Speaking of scurvy, on Thursday I radomly felt my throat constricting and my glands swelling and I thought it was kinda weird, and then I started to lose feeling in my extremeties... all in a matter of an hour. And before you know it I was suffering through cold sweats, but totally in denial of the fact until it was too late. I just happened to be up at my mom's/uncle's places (for the Pirate) when all of this occurred, and I was forbidden to return home until adequate care was recieved (woooo!). This means I got to be taken care of, which HAS to be the best thing ever. Honestly, I love taking care of people that I love when they are sick, so it's only natural that I love to be taken care of by people that I love when I am sick. And that's how I spent my Friday. On the couch, with popsicles and a TV handy. I watched so much TV, it was disgusting. I think I watched like over two hours on the Travel Channel about America's most haunted places. I love those kinds of shows. The only problem is that I watched them directly before taking lots of meds and falling asleep... so in the process of falling asleep I was totally dilusional and drugged and my imagination was fixated on hauntings. So, you can see how this is not a good position to be in.

Needless to say, I survived. In fact, I survived so well that I'm actually not sick anymore. And there is definitely something to be said for that. If someone had told me Friday that I would have been better by Sunday, I would have punched them in the mouth. But they would have been telling the truth, and I would have felt bad, in hindsight, for my wrong-doings.

No pictures this time. Don't cry. I'll pull some more out next time just for kicks. I know you've been requesting more. Just lay off, ok? Pictures are a process. I don't have that kind of time right now. Feel lucky you got this excellent little burst of insight into my current state of mind/life. That should tie you over. You can't have EVERYTHING. You can't BE me. But don't let that stop you from wishing to be me... because there's nothing wrong with that. Nope. Not in the slightest. Ok I'm outtie, this is getting boring.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: killian.
ohnoimashrimp: we haven't spoken in a while
ohnoimashrimp: i miss your sweet typing...
ohnoimashrimp: the chime of every message sent to me, and only me...
ohnoimashrimp: and that fat little grey thing i can only imagine is your idea of a penis that dances for me when we speak
ohnoimashrimp: god speed, noble woman. come back to me