when you're a jet

Update:

(a small one because I'm too tired to do a full one)

It's been an extremely full few days, to say the least. We've had trips to Delaware for Mexican/Cajun food, we've had bad movies, we've had good movies. The Engineer and I decided that the next Muppet movie made should be "Muppets Take Philadelphia International Airport".

Trust me. It's a fabulous concept.

Currently, I've been doing a stitch and bitch with Carrie and Jah Pix. We taught her how to knit this evening. The estogen was a-flowing, much to the Engineer's dismay.

Many trips are in the planning stages. Tomorrow, Carrie and I are heading to the Mutter museum with Wemble. Thursday, we're going to CT to visit Pixie and probably stay the night. We've decided that a club crawl is in order. Pix says that Flux is (possibly) holding a slave auction this Thursday, which should prove to be quite interesting. Fake money and ass paddling, ahoy!

Now I'm drinking out of Carrie's glass of orange juice, so she's going to get my screeching case of herpes.

That's okay, because I licked her mouth when she was sleeping last night. So, I reckon she's already caught it.

In other news, we have formed a girl gang with Miss Robin. This consists of picking fights with random hicks in the parking lot of WaWa. As well as driving around and asking people if they want to be gang banged. T-shirts with the name of our girl gang (The Bang Gang), emblazoned with our credo (which has not been decided upon yet) are in the works.

Yesterday, we had an incident that Robin was missing for. We were standing in an aisle in PetSmart and some goofy ass woman was down a few feet away from us. Pet stores such as this have a policy where you can bring your pets into the store. Something which I have no problem with.

What I have a problem with is someone whaling the shit out of their cat when it's misbehaved. In public. Where it's probably already stressed and freaking out.

So, I'm staring her down because she just smacked the crap out of her cat. She looks at me (and The Engineer and Carrie), looks at her cat, and then says to her cat, "You'd better behave or I'll let those people sacrifice you."

Well. This could not go quietly.

I SHOUTED at top volume (which is quite loud), across the store at her, "I TREAT MY CATS A HELL OF A LOT BETTER THEN YOU DO!!"

hrmph.

The Engineer is busy trying to shush me, the woman is scurrying away, and Carrie is clueless. "What? What's going on? Why are you shouting?"

heh.

Explanations were given. Carrie then went to stand next to the woman in another aisle to stare her down.

Fucking cock rocket. I can't stand people like that.

Okay. I'm going back to my stitch and bitch now.

Despite the fact that I can't seem to fully grasp purling.

So! Tomorrow, Mutter Museum. Thursday, Flux in CT.

Woo hoo!