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I really don't know how to describe this blog for you. I seriously have tried but have never been able to get it right. So have a look around, and decide for yourself. I mean for goodness sake, it's the thoughts of a 17 year old girl, what else did you expect??

Sunday, October 11, 2009

I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle..

I promised a friend, Aleah, that I would post a rant. What's a rant you asked, well it's random, and has nothing to do with anything. I pretty much just think of something random and start talking about it. And usually it turns out to be stupid but somehow makes people laugh...here goes.

So I was at Panda Express the other day, and I had been standing in line for quite some time. I started to get biffed, “I get so cranky when my blood sugar drops.” I told the guy in front of me. Which is true, I was hungry one night but I didn’t have any money to order take-out, I got very angry. I went on a rampage, shaved my head, and smashed up some dudes truck with Mary Poppins’ umbrella. .Oh right that was Britney...I got so fed up that I marched right up to the front of the line to demand an answer as to why I was not getting the attention I so desperately needed from my parents, and what was causing the line to get backed up to their homeland, when I saw this guy fondling his chow mien at a near by table. My curiosity and my extremely short attention span got the best of me. “Sir, what, in the name of deep fried banana squash, are you doing?” He told me that he was on a date and to leave him and his mistress alone. “You, my friend are weird; I am very interested in what you might have to say.” He looked at me, and patted the chair next to him, and his. .err. .um noddle-y mistress. “I’m Martin Andrew Jonathan Sherbotskee, or you could just call me Budd.” Budd seemed like a very nice person. I asked him why he was molesting his chow mien. “Why do you molest little helpless squirrels on the side walk?” “I don’t..” “BECAUSE YOU LOVE THEM!” He whisper shouted. I guess he wanted to come across as angry, but not scary, he didn’t want to scare his noodles. “How old is she?” I asked, because obviously they couldn’t have been too old seeing as they weren’t moldy yet. “5.” and that’s the story of how I met Budd the ragamuffin with authority problems, and a fondness for chow mien that bordering on illegal.

Hows that??
If it was disappointing I promise a better one is on the way..!

1 comment:

Hachiko said...

Dude-!! Sorry I never replied to this. For some reason I stopped getting notifications from your blog posts like forever ago.... I thought you stopped posting... but then I looked at your blog and was like woah... but yes, this was awesome. I marked it as funny, stupid AND awesome cause it was. :3 <3

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