Author's Note: "Technologic"-Daft Punk. It isn't the belly dance song, but it's playing on my Playlist. It's… awesome.
Day Twenty-Eight: 1:59:59 AM. Location: On bed, watching belly dancers on HBO.
There are three types of women:
The Unobtainable: Women with the bodies of supermodels who are rich, successful, perfect, and famous.
The Regulars: Regular women with average to obese bodies that doesn't take too long to seduce.
The Irritating: Women that don't know how to close their mouths.
Tifa was a Regular. Eve was the Unobtainable. Elena is Irritating.
Ayer conoci un cielo sin sol
y un hombre sin suelo
Un santo en prision
y una cancion triste sin dueno
I have an odd desire to strap some beads to my waist and dance.
I haven't had sex with anyone… or with myself for a LONG time. I feel deprived. Meh.
Grandma's been gone for a loooooong time…
I'm running low on cheese puffs.
Day Twenty-Nine: 3:21 PM. Location: At the Station.
I showered and took myself down to the station with Mr. Snuffles. He fell asleep and is drooling on my lap right now.
The officer was pretty hot. She had those tight short-shorts and an even tighter shirt. "Hi! I'm Officer Jade!" She flashed me a really, really big smile that could've supplied the world with light.
It blinded me.
"Who are you looking for?"
"My grandmother."
"Oh. Does she have pink teeth?"
"…! Yeah, she does. Seen her around?"
"Uh-huh! But you can't take her home. She's been a bad, bad girl."
"…"
"She's been planning to bomb the Shinra Building."
"….!"