So I'm cruising in my '91 Daihatsu blasting Vanessa Carlton's rockin' smash hit "A Thousand Miles," when it suddenly occurs to me: "Am I too gangsta? Am I too hardcore and menacing for this world?" I just might be. So I decide to tone it down a bit. I bust out the Lionel Ritchie, mellow out the vibe and siesta, fiesta, foreva, togetha, all night long. So anyway, I'm driving along, right, and I approach this tunnel and whenever I drive under tunnels I pretend it's a gigantic v****a and all the cars are little sperm cells swimming into it. Millions and millions of little sperm cars desperately searching for the mother ship. The S.S. Ovary. One day I'm gonna buy me one of them monster semi trucks with a huge state of the art, futuristic trailer with lights on it, and I'll rendezvous with it on the highway, see, and its back doors will fly open and lower a ramp for me to climb into. I'll be like Knight Rider, man. Imagine the envy of the other motorists as I ride off, safely docked inside my own personal headquarters on wheels, my mobile mechanical womb, spiriting me away deep into the night to some secret sanctuary far away from civilization--a thousand miles away, you might say...
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I should be sleeping.
I should be... sleeping. DX
I swear to god, I'll finish that stupid Haunted Mansion game within the next two days (I've saved up to right before that big battle anyway. @_@) and then I'll delete the other saved memory so I can play Dirge of Cerberus! D:<
FWOAR! D:<
 Sakura Moonflower · Wed Jun 13, 2007 @ 12:07pm · 0 Comments |
