ARG what now!?

[sweetsalome]

I had a really, really, really nice dream last night, and now I am frustrated.  Oh well, I will just now go find distraction in some way, shape, or form.

I really like this song, despite that Rihanna sounds like a squeaky mouse some times.

ARG even she looks good now, what the hell is this asshattery? 


*stalks off, muttering.*  must not think about sex.

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[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Cold shower.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

I've already taken a shower, Bobby!

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Was it cold? Cold works better.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

It was very chilly, and you know it's not like I can simply freeze my testicals into submission.

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

You have testicles? Boy, way to keep a secret.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

TRUE story. I do a lot of tucking. *Big grin*

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

If you say so! *Sticks his fingers in his ears.* Lalalalala.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Laughing she tugged at his arm.* I can grow a full beard!

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

No you caaaaaaaaaaaaan't.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

WANNA MUSTACHE RIDE?! *Starts tickling his sides.*

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Aaah, no! Ew! *thwaps at her hands, laughing*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

C'mere, baby! *Lightly slaps at his hands in return.* I heard it tickles when I give SMOOCHES!

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Pssh, I don't kiss mustachioed people. *Covers his mouth with his hand.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

YOU LOVE MY MUSTACHE! *Tackles and smooches the back of his hand.*

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Aaaaah. *eeps!*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Awh, Mr. Iceman it wasn't that bad! *Big grin*

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Only because you don't really have a moustache.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Giggled hysterically.* Even if I did you would so totally love it. I'm your freakin' favorite!

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Favorite little sister? Sure!

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Beams proudly.* Most excellent! You're my favorite big brother!

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Yay for us!

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

For reals. You still in LA?

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Trying to avoid all the random people that want to egg me, or whatever it is people do to people they don't like.

So, yeah. What's up? Things going okay with... things?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Mr. Bobby Drake, you make it sound like when you walk down the street people throw produce at you!

Yeah, their chill. No, I wanna go out, lets go do something fun!

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

Just dairy, really.

Okay. You sure?

Want to surf? Hear it's good in Malibu today, and I feel like getting thrashed into the beach by relentless waves.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Well get them to throw chocolate milk, because I WANT SOME! NOM NOM.

Of course I am, I'm always fine.

Hells to the yes! That sounds like tons o' fun! Just try and keep me away from the beach.

[isalsogreat.livejournal.com]

I'll see what I can do.

I know. That's why I worry, kid. But except for being fine are you sure you're fine?

Cool. Where does Mortie live? Want me to pick you up on Bobby Junior?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You are so good to me, Bobby!

I am totally fine, there ain't no bad bone in my body, Mr. Drake.

*Gives address, giggles helplessly at Bobby Junior.* WILL ALWAYS BE FUNNY.