Ghostride the Honda

I'm listening to LFO right now. Basically I never left middle school.

All I want to right now is to have a dance party. Profound thoughts that I put in this blog, right? It's just that all my energy is going toward figuring out how to construct a last minute Sunday night dance party for myself, and there's no room for anything else in my head. Alternately, I want somebody to play Trivial Pursuit with me. It's been an entire quarter, so I think it is appropriate to have another TP partay.

Ooh! Chloe doesn't know this yet, but when we go to E-Wa for Easter next weekend we are going to attempt to ghostride the whip...or in my case, ghostride my honda. I can just see it now, it will be excellent. We may even be able to recruit some hombres to roll with us and make our ghostride even more of an extravaganza.

It's too bad that I am such a sucker for chaos. I love it, and it's dangerous. I am one of those people who drives past car accidents and practically creates another one because I am so engrossed in observing the destruction. To my great amusement, there was a huge fight in front of my house last night. Two groups of wasted individuals were yelling for over 15 minutes about something unintelligable, and shoving eachother and holding other people back. And then this pick-up that was parked on the other side of the street took off with one of the people in it, and from the heightened yells and "Where's your fucking boy? I'm calling the police!" it was clear that the guy in the truck peaced out after pulling a gun. Welcome to the hood. I will be oh so prepared for South Africa after this. Except, I'm pretty sure that they don't fuck around in SA. They pull guns to steal your shit, not to show off in the middle of a drunken brawl. And after pulling a gun, they actually shoot it, instead of just driving off.





"People marrying cousins is not thaaaat bad." -me
"You went to the South for one week! What happened to you?!" -E