Friday, 9pm, The Moscovitze's
You know what I hate? How in the movies the heroine is always so pretty. I mean, come off it. No one can be talented, smart and kick some bad guy ass while looking that gorgeous. It's just stupid!
I'm writing all this while watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so I guess that explains my anger. I mean, I do love Buffy. But would it hurt her to have a bad hair day once in a while? I guess the whole reason I'm so hostile right now is because even though Michael is sitting next to me, (by choice, not because there was no room on the other couch. Actually, we're not even on the couch, we're on the floor. So he definitely wanted to sit next to me, because who would chose the floor over the couch unless it was for the company?) he is staring at Buffy with such longing in his eyes that I am amazed that he is not drooling all over the floor like Pavlov is.
Now why can't he look at me like that? I mean without the whole drooling thing. What I wouldn't give to have Michael look at me like that! Well, I wouldn't give Fat Louie, but that's about it. I seriously like Michael more than I like Lily, more than I like my Brittany Spears CD, more than I like my parents!
Is that wrong? I should love my parents more than anything right? I do feel kinda guilty. but hey, how can I love them when most of the time they just stuff my life up? Lets re-cap here.
My mother is pregnant with my algebra teacher's baby. Said algebra teacher lives in the loft with us and I frequently see him in his pajamas, which is a mentally scarring experience. My father is the crown prince of Genovia, and I have only recently found out that I am the sole heir to the throne of Genovia, a little fact that they neglected to tell me for the past 14 years. Gee, thanks for springing that one on me now Dad. Like I don't have enough to deal with, being a fifteen year old tall freak. Oh, and my father is hiring some new body guard that will probably be following me around for the rest of my life, but he won't even tell me who is.
See? It's really not my fault I love Michael more then my parents. And how can I resist Michael? He's got these gorgeous dark brown eyes and that fantastic hair and. Oh crap he just caught me staring at him.
More later, if I don't start dying of embarrassment.
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Please, for the love of Rooney, Review!
And if you don't review, you are one dead chicken wing.
You know what I hate? How in the movies the heroine is always so pretty. I mean, come off it. No one can be talented, smart and kick some bad guy ass while looking that gorgeous. It's just stupid!
I'm writing all this while watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so I guess that explains my anger. I mean, I do love Buffy. But would it hurt her to have a bad hair day once in a while? I guess the whole reason I'm so hostile right now is because even though Michael is sitting next to me, (by choice, not because there was no room on the other couch. Actually, we're not even on the couch, we're on the floor. So he definitely wanted to sit next to me, because who would chose the floor over the couch unless it was for the company?) he is staring at Buffy with such longing in his eyes that I am amazed that he is not drooling all over the floor like Pavlov is.
Now why can't he look at me like that? I mean without the whole drooling thing. What I wouldn't give to have Michael look at me like that! Well, I wouldn't give Fat Louie, but that's about it. I seriously like Michael more than I like Lily, more than I like my Brittany Spears CD, more than I like my parents!
Is that wrong? I should love my parents more than anything right? I do feel kinda guilty. but hey, how can I love them when most of the time they just stuff my life up? Lets re-cap here.
My mother is pregnant with my algebra teacher's baby. Said algebra teacher lives in the loft with us and I frequently see him in his pajamas, which is a mentally scarring experience. My father is the crown prince of Genovia, and I have only recently found out that I am the sole heir to the throne of Genovia, a little fact that they neglected to tell me for the past 14 years. Gee, thanks for springing that one on me now Dad. Like I don't have enough to deal with, being a fifteen year old tall freak. Oh, and my father is hiring some new body guard that will probably be following me around for the rest of my life, but he won't even tell me who is.
See? It's really not my fault I love Michael more then my parents. And how can I resist Michael? He's got these gorgeous dark brown eyes and that fantastic hair and. Oh crap he just caught me staring at him.
More later, if I don't start dying of embarrassment.
~~~***~~~
Please, for the love of Rooney, Review!
And if you don't review, you are one dead chicken wing.