So Eyegirl and I want to move in together.
(Can you imagine the decor?)
Sloan wants to move in with us. There would be panties hanging from the ceiling fan, a bowl of condoms on the table and various sex toys. And then there is the bar. It have to be heavily stocked at all times.
And while it's a nice thought...I can't help but get greedy.
It's apostofest time, and it always makes me feel all woogey inside. Everyone here is so cool and so fun to hang out with. I am really kicking myself for not coming down to Florida with you all. But I have Dallas memories to keep me all warm and fuzzy while I cheer for you all in Florida, and hope you all make as many wonderful memories as I have had in association with my fine aposto-sisters and brothers. At these times I can't help but wish we all lived closer to each other.
And then my head starts to picture Apostaville.
I can see the culdusac where Eyegirl, Sloan, and myself have our cute seemingly innocent house. I picture green lawns, and sweet little front porches. Caspian would be our pool boy. *insert drooling emoticon here*
Monkey and his Honey would be our neighbors. Monkey could come over in fashion emergencies and let us borrow his eyeliner should we ever run out. He could also come over and have slumber parties with us.
Our neighbors on the otherside would be WildTurkey and Lyineyes. Lyin would come to our slumber parties too.
We'd all roll open our garage doors park lawn chairs in the driveway and wave at each other. There would be beer fridges in every garage.
Valis and the Catholic School Girl would be our local body piercing experts. MrMoe would give us Tarot readings. Xena would own a small boutique and sell pet-able pants at a reasonable price.
In the winter we'd have hockey teams. Beans, Aztec, Arrowstar, Badger, would be the captains. All for good fellowshipping opportunities!
We'd all pile into the short bus that Eyegirl and I would have parked in our driveway and drive down to the local club where we could watch Rayzorblade be our dj. Estee would give us all dance lessons.
Then after we all partied ourselves silly we'd pass out in Megadude's yard. Because.
In the summer we could shell peas on Mouthy's porch.
Bikerchic, Onacruse, BigTex and Cruzan would all live on a different street--to keep a distance from us rowdies, but they'd still go out to breakfast with us, cuz they love us inspite of our drinking problems.
So who lives on your street? What's your house look like? Do you have roomies? Would you own the town coffeeshop so you could be in on all the gossip? Would you write the town newspaper? Would Neablis be our wandering prophet? Who's house would you TP?