tawainai

Seekers and Peekers,

*yawns* Vicodin was created by magical gnomes in heaven. A naked woman slept good last night. Thank you everyone who wished me better.

Weekend Splendor

My weekend didn't really start until Saturday evening with two cans of AMP and these damned good toffee peanuts Tim got from the store. Saturday surely went out with a big bang and bombs bursting in air . Hehehe... Wonderful evening.

The next morning ,i woke up in serious pain in the side. I was breathing short breaths to keep from hurting myself. Tim had gone to the bathroom for a quick second and that's when i all of a sudden was hit with a sharp stab again. I moaned and curled up in a ball. I closed my eyes and began using a similar technique that women in labor use to think my way out of the pain. I hear Tim asking "are you hurting again?" and i nod "yes'. He slowly guides me onto a pillow and holds me until the pain subsides. Luckily i already had a doctor appointment set up for the following Monday.



Eventually it was time for us to get out of bed and try and have a day free of worry. We had breakfast at this beautiful place named "Crepes". Tim and i both had t-bone steaks. LOL just kidding, of course we're going to eat what the place is famous for. The crepes were beautiful and very delicious.

We were enjoying ourselves so much, conversing and making fun of people at other tables. I think we pissed a few people off when Tim's new camera came out. One lady was getting her pussy in a knot thinking we taking pictures of her when really we spent most of the time troubleshooting and experimenting. She kept glaring at our table all bubble eyed as if we were just fascinated with her. She began tapping her husbands shoulder and motioning towards us. It was so laughable watching her lose her mind over a camera that was not meant to view her. So they eventually got up, grabbed their shit quickly and skipped out of there.



The picture above describes just how orgasmic those crepes were.

And the one below gives you a glimpse at what goes on in the kitchen.


With love on the brain and crepes in our bellies, we journeyed out to compose a plan for the day. We took a nice walk and stuck our heads in a few shops.



I felt so cool trying on this coat. I felt like Rorschach from Watchmen. Shit yea...



Up the road i see this lady walking a huge beast with a little girl. I wait for her to ask about her dog because from afar it looked like one of those scottish deer dogs that can stand up and give you a hug lol. It just turned out to be a mutant poodle. He was such a sweet boy.






Out of nowhere Tim exclaims "let's go on a mini-road trip!" and i go "fuck yes! let's get the hell outta here!" and then we were gone. Tim took the wheel, and i took a nap. We made one pit stop to grab a couple of sandwiches and some gas.

Look at how Tim demonstrates efficiency as he sips from his superstraw which he constructed from tiny straws. Fascination! Such poise and grace! He kept his eyes on the road the WHOLE TIME I died laughing at his silly ass. In 5 years all of you bitches will have one of these in your cars. I joined in on the fun and it looked like a hooka session.




I slept most of the ride to wherever the hell we were going. I woke up right next to the Dana house that Frank Wright built. It was closed. The bastards...



So we drove around for more inspiration and saw a tiny crowd of hippies and slippies gathering around a band. Of course, we would never miss a Woodstock opportunity, so we parked.
There was some kind of music festival goin on for local bands. Music was pretty damned good for KIDS!



I was about the only one dancing at first and then a few girls came to join me. The crowd was quite shitty. The only reason they even decided to leave their recliners from home was to sit right back down on a lawn chair. Alot of them looked at me in confusion, wondering "what's that jungle bunny over there doing? Some type of rain dance?" One dirty guy came breathing down my neck "hey there, honey you've got nice dancing legs". The sicko. And where the hell was Tim at this point? Taking fucking pictures of the whole scene. He finds it funny.



This couple deserves the award for "Longest Spooning Time". They were like this for the whole remainder of my stay. Hmph, maybe they were mermaids...




This man for some reason thought the lighting was great enough to throw that piece of fur on top of his head. He was fooling no one. Poor dog looks embarrassed.



This rejected understudy from Shawshank waters his pooch.


I thought this guy was really funny. He's got this expression on his face like "goddamn! that bitch never shuts up! i hope she doesn't find my ass against this tree. i promised her i'd quit smoking."



Here's me standing in front of the spooners taking a break from dancing. I just realized they probably saw up my dress.



These two were the cutest. The baby kept grabbing for my Gatorade and Tim's camera. She was very masterful in her demands. Their mom was really cool too. A true hippy. She was very nice and cool about everything.



I did go to the doctor yesterday and he's wanting to run a series of tests as usual. He prescribed me a pretty heavy amount of Vicodin.

Today i felt even worse although the vikes got me through the night. I called my doctor again and he called in an antibiotic for me. I really hope this helps. I'm almost at the point of wearing diapers. Wouldn't that be sexy? A set of me in diapers?....hmmmmmmm

With Love of none other,
T

P.S. My Hello Kitty ring owns!!!