| [ |
mood |
| |
chipper |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
311, BrandNew, Chevelle, ColdPLay, FountainsofWayne, Garbage |
] |
Last night at melly's was fun. and we stayed up to the dim hours of the morning as well.
at one point in the evening, we were watching a movie, when we heard a knocking at the window. "what was that?" me "did you hear that?" melly "what the hell..." we spoke in a simultaneous, low whisper. i began to reach for the blinds, "no, not yet, wait," melly said as she fumbled with the remote and paused the movie... "okay, now. i squeezed my eyes shut as i yanked quickly on the cord, causing the loudest and most startling noise possible. melly ducked under the covers. after peering at the fog covered window for only a millisecond, i too ducked under the covers. melly said in a frantic whisper, "Cheri, check and see who it is-" "fuck-you. you-see-who-it-is!" i immediately responded. just then we heard a whisper, "Melissa ... it's Alex" melly bolted to the window, opened it and yelled, "don't EVER do that EVER again!"
anyway. we watched "200 cigarettes" and "bowling for columbine." we also played old school video games; 'Mario brothers' on Nintendo, and 'sonic and tales' and 'mortal combat' on SEGA genesis we also played 'yoshi story' on nintendo64. we then screwed around with photo shop and took stupid pictures. also during the evening, we watched 'fresh prince,' 'the Simpsons,' and 'home improvement.' good times.
I was forced into the realm of the living this morning by melly's dad giving me the phone telling me that my father was calling. He told me that I had a doctors appointment. I was severely displeased be all of this, but I bumbled along, got dressed, gathered my things, and stumbled to the door.
So off to the doctor for me ... the following are letters that I orally dictated while heading to, waiting for, and seeing the gynecologist:
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, If your ability to give decent directions is any indication of how well you do your job, then I am terrified. Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, Your office is too far away. Move it closer. Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, Why can't you get matching chairs? Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, The only cool thing in your waiting room is a sci-fi looking light fixture. Yours, Cheri p.s. you're a square.
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, I don't know if this dawned on you, but not all women want to read about their health while sitting in your waiting room. Your reading materials suck. Please improve your selection. Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, I hate you already Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, I'm sorry that I'm not a circus freak and I can't pee on command Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, You did it. I don't know how, but you did it. You've made it onto the list of things that are worse than the dentist, and I haven't even been examined yet. Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, Your sidekick scares me. Why are there TWO of you staring at me like that? At least one of you needs to go away. Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, I wish you had let me keep that nifty robe. Yours, Cheri
Dear Mrs. Crotch Doctor, thanks for not being the one to pop my cherry. Yours, Cheri
ANYWAY... i miss rafael. he'll be coming home tonight. i'll see him tomorrow, i think....
bye bye for now... i have to water the lawn and then i'm going back to melly's.
|