The cruelest of rains are the rains that stop u frm doing what u want to do, and at the same time, u dont want them to stop.
A perfect example would be waking up in an ice cold room on Sunday, find its COLD as FUCK bcos the rain is pouring outside and the airconditioning's still on, and you're wrapped up like a silkworm in bed. And u look at the clock, and it says "1130am" and u think, OH FUCKING HELL, HOW TO PLAY TENNIS LIKE THIS??
And then u go back to sleep anyway, bcos the weather is awesome. Huh? Fuck the weather! I meanl, Fuck the Awesome Weather! Ok, watch as my brains explode.
The only clear thing i can actually remember abt yesterday is a vid that yj posted showing 2 girls squeezing a cyst off a guys' back.
So u can understand how bored i was.
Thank gawd, fate intervened.
(This usually means ur parents called.)
And yeah, we had dinner. And as magical as it was, EVERYONE was free again. Jasper was high as shit after Man-U beat Arsenal (haha zs). And Oliver had just stepped down as Block Head (yes, that is an actual rank). And I... I... I... couldnt... ... play... ... any... tennis.
Dan Ryan's Chicago Grill.
Meat and more meat.
And all in all, it was quite an awesome day. Except the "no tennis" part.
We are getting a NEW CAR! It's a Toyota Vios TRD.
Now wat on god's green earth does TRD stand for??
Dad: TOUR RALLY DESIGN.
Mom: "I'm not playing this game."
Me: THE REAL DEAL!!!!
Oliver: Torque Resistant Design.
Jasper: This Really Drives.
Oh, and a dog bit a waiter while we were eating. I guess SOMEBODY didnt want to be left out of the steak fest.
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