Did I ever post this? GOOOD TIIMES


Alabama: Annabelle Charity Jones

Alaska: Aleksandr Vanya Jones (Sasha, Vanya)

Arizona: Adelita Marcelina Jones

Arkansas: Artus Remy Jones (Art)



And then
The day was ruined the moment I got onto facebook.

Thank you.


Britania Angel

Circle I Limbo

j. biebs
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Militant Vegans
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

Circle IV Rolling Weights

Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Nancy Pelosi
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Circle VII Burning Sands

DMV Employees
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Osama bin Laden
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

*Ian and Jessie are drawing their respective storyboards quietly, listening to the soothing music of Jack Johnson*

Ian: *Looks up and blurts out of NOWHERE* Once, I was so hungry, I ate a teabag.  *Goes back to drawing*

Jessie: *Stares at incredulously and tries not to laugh and look at him seriously* Was it good?

Ian: *COMPLETELY serious* It was really, really disgusting.

Jessie: *Thunks her head down onto the table laughing so hard she's silent*

Ian: *Deadpan* It's not funny.

Good day.
Downtown Disney...seeing Back to the Future in theaters to celebrate the 25 years since it's original release... winning Apples to Apples...watching Edward Scissorhands...and getting welcomed backto the east quad where my dorm is by some random dude all the way across the field.

Yeah.  Awesomest day thus far.

Also, on a totally different but equally pleasing note, Sexy Naughty B*tchy Me always, without fail, reminds me of Iggy.

Mon Rosbif~
You make me so happy.

I adore you.

You're beautiful.

You mean the world to me.

You're so sweet.

You're so talented.

You're amazing.

You're always there for me.

I can tell you anything.

I need you like I need air.

Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world to me.

Your happiness is my happiness.

I always want to be with you.

Thank you for making me feel like the luckiest person alive.

Thank you for being mine. 

I love you.

I'll never be able to say these things enough.
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September 11th, 2001
I was in fourth grade.  At 8:46 AM we heard a loud crash and felt the impact of the sound shake the building.  We were in math, so the lesson simply simply for as long as it took for the teacher and her assistant to get us quiet again from wondering out loud to each other what it could have been.  At 9:03 AM, it happened again, and this time we let the sound and accompanying shuddering of the building pass with a little less celebration; these weren't that big a deal for New York kids--we had come to the comclusion that there was construction going on, as there always is.  But then I glanced out the window in the middle of the lesson to see there were huge billows of smoke slowly spreading over the city.  I just remember screaming before hell broke loose when the rest of my classmates scrambled to see what I had.  

The head of the elementary school came in a few minutes later with a grave expression to inform us as calmly as she could what had taken place.  I remember passing the rest of the ruined school day in shock until my mother came home from work to pick me up.  She made me cover my face because there was so much debris and ash floating in the air.  We spent the rest of the day together on the couch in stunned horror as we watched the video footage that was on every channel.  The sheer brutality of the whole event finally hit me when they started to endlessly flash pictures and names of victims' bodies that were discovered so that any family who was surely watching and waiting to see if their loved ones would contact them this terrible way as agonizing minutes and hours crawled by without hearing from them.

It still hurts so much to remember.  I'll cry today.  I always do.  But I won't forget.

Yaoi fangirls


I feel like I'm getting paid to have fun
Seriously.  Best. Job. Ever.  Not the French restaurant, mind you; I'm done with them.  They've just cheated me out of so much money.  

Lesson learned; the French are the stingiest with money.  Not like I didn't know that, but seriously it's the honest to goodness truth.

No, what I'm doing, is escorting babysitting two lovely teenage German tweenage girls around the city for their father. 

Now.  They're already signed up for summer camp.  The kind that lasts for hours: namely, eight hours.  So my job is pretty much to escort them on the subway to and fro. 

Here's the benefits: 

1. An unlimited metrocard to use for the entire week however I want, cuz I need to go into the city to bring them to their respective summer camps and back--so their father gave me the card so I wouldn't spent my own money.
2. I'm supposed to tour them around to the most entertaining parts of New York (i.e, Rockefeller Center, SoHo, Fifth Ave, etc)
3. #2 includes bringing them to good expensive restaurants and feeding myself as well
4. I'm to entertain them with anything I think would amuse them (i.e movies (already planning on taking them to Toy Story 3 cuz I mentioned the possibility and they got so psyched), museums, etc)

The pay?  $70 A DAY.

I'm working today, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and next Monday.  Why, yes, I do believe that's the best $350 I'll be making this summer.  It's more than three fourths of what I made working at the French restaurant for TWO MONTHS

The catch?  Sounds like the girls are the super hard-to-please-kind, right? I was worrying that's what they'd be like as I was walking to pick them up, like that was the reason why their father was paying me so much to do this for him.

From what I've gathered from this morning...THEY'RE DARLINGS.

Did I mention I like this job?  


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