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Every other day or so, I open a tab to livejournal and start trying to compose an entry; then I think, "Nah, no one wants to hear about that," and close it again. And in this manner, nothing ever gets written.
I hope all my American friends had good Independence Day celebrations, and that no one blew their face off with firecrackers! My family nearly always spends at least part of Fourth of July at our local pool. The menu sometimes changes, the games have undergone some adaptations, but one thing remains constant: a rousing game of watermelon polo to conclude the festivities.
( If you've never had to sit in an emergency room and fill out paperwork on a fruit-related concussion, you cannot be said to have truly lived )
Fred, the homicidal ice cream man, has opened a new shaved ice stand, so now his son drives the truck more often. This is mildly sad, because Fred's son, while a nice young lad, is just not as interesting and unpredictably violent as Fred. He seems the sort who would try logic and reason with his competitors, rather than rushing at them with a baseball bat whilst screaming bloody murder. Fred's son assured me that Fred would be coming back later.
Much more to say and post later. Been eaten by life, ever since the end of May, but hopefully I'll be able to make myself write about it all eventually, in a slightly more humorous way than it has been happening to me. Or I'll just write about Hetalia, and slap up a bunch of IM conversations about fandoms.
In other news, wanna know the fucking weather?
I hope all my American friends had good Independence Day celebrations, and that no one blew their face off with firecrackers! My family nearly always spends at least part of Fourth of July at our local pool. The menu sometimes changes, the games have undergone some adaptations, but one thing remains constant: a rousing game of watermelon polo to conclude the festivities.
( If you've never had to sit in an emergency room and fill out paperwork on a fruit-related concussion, you cannot be said to have truly lived )
Fred, the homicidal ice cream man, has opened a new shaved ice stand, so now his son drives the truck more often. This is mildly sad, because Fred's son, while a nice young lad, is just not as interesting and unpredictably violent as Fred. He seems the sort who would try logic and reason with his competitors, rather than rushing at them with a baseball bat whilst screaming bloody murder. Fred's son assured me that Fred would be coming back later.
Much more to say and post later. Been eaten by life, ever since the end of May, but hopefully I'll be able to make myself write about it all eventually, in a slightly more humorous way than it has been happening to me. Or I'll just write about Hetalia, and slap up a bunch of IM conversations about fandoms.
In other news, wanna know the fucking weather?
