It has come to my attention that @Kaori; does not believe she is cute. This is the blog where every last one of you blab about how cute she is.
ME: I have a question. Where's Golf Port?
BRO: Shut up you fag
ME: You take that back! Nobody calls me a poorly-related racial slur and gets away with it!
BRO: Nobody calls you period...
SOME STUPID FRIEND OF BRO'S: ooowwww burn
ME: I have no idea what you just said.
ME: How is that a burn? It made zero sense whatsoever.
ME: You're right it was. So what did you mean
I sit with my legs crossed. I'm the only guy I know who sits with his legs crossed. A couple more... simple-minded, fellow males have commented that I "sit like a girl". I don't get it. I like sitting with my legs crossed. Usually when I don't, I feel like I'm sliding around in my pants. Plus, I try to sit straight up, and sitting with my legs crossed makes me do that. When I don't have my legs crossed, I end up lurching over like something just punched me in the gut.
I've always viewed myself as a person who's very bad at picking favorites. So when I do pick a favorite, it has to really stand out to me, by leaps and bounds. So I figured that if even I, of all people, have a favorite sound, then other people must have one as well. A combination of boredom and curiosity fueled this blog entry.
What's your favorite sound? Mine is an electronically-altered human voice. I could listen to vocals like this or this for the rest of my life.
We had our house blessed by Buddhist monks today.
Okay, let me back up a bit and give you some background information.
When my dad died, my mom started paying the bills for his house. Turns out, paying for two houses at the same time is not easy. She's decided that she can't continue paying $1,000 a month for the house we currently live in five days a week, and so we're going to flip our schedule backwards. We're moving our stuff from this house to our dad's old house,