First of all...
I made a summary page for all of my fiction. Whee!
http://www.geocities.com/ivybgreenflower/summaries.htmlGo. :)
Second of all, I want to ramble in more detail about my perfect Saturday.
TheCuban: "I can't carry this..." (referring to a metal bat)
Me: "Gimme. I'll carry it."
TheCuban: "...I don't trust her."
MySweetie: "I'll carry it."
TheCuban: "But you'll hit me with it... but I don't trust her either."
Me: "OHJUSTGIVEMETHEFRICKENTHINGALREADY!"
TheCuban: *surrenders metal bat peacefully*
So I met Monkey McCartney (lmao), TheCuban (Who's name is Gabe, but you know me... I things like that) and some kid called Brian who has some kind of mental problem but I can't remember what, and he was kinda stupid and not very interesting and left rather early anyway so he doesn't matter.
One point of interest is that TheCuban knows Pinky, and said, "You go to Japan and say 'Does anyone know Pinky??!' and a whole bunch of people will answer."
HOWEVER, the day was absofreakinglutely the BEST because of the presence of my dearest darling one whom I love, if you haven't yet figured that out.
Oh, and by the way, dearest one,
I love you.:)
Ivyette @ 10:05 PM
P.S. Jackie, I'm making you your online present now :)