who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

meesa jar jar binks.

just kidding.

so anyway, yesterday was a total bitch. out of my "list of things to do" i did all of it, except "go to ROCKET TOWN". i think it may have been my vaginal discharge, but kids, who i thought were going to RCKTWN, began dropping like flies. eventually, it all came down to (as usual), me, nee nee and bapple...and we ended up taking "le tour de nashville". we started out at RCKTWN, where bapple asked the white guard-person "is it crunk?" and the man proceeded to ask "what is crunk?" and, once he understood our ebonics, he said "o. there are a few people on the dance floor" and we were like, "okay, fack that shit man."

so we drove down to municipal auditorium where there was a "Paul Oakenfold" concert going on. i was real sad we couldn't get in! the guards woudln't take sexual favors...it was cash only, $30 per/person ($60 for neenee b/c she's a monster). we noticed this really fruity guy with a really butch girl chillin' (i'm guessing they were going out...?) and she asked if we needed a ticket...but she was selling them and not giving them away for free *damn her!*. we dangled money in front of backside doors...flashed old men...offered blow jobs and cunnilingus...but to no avail~ we never got in...waaah~

so we decided to go look for alcohol. that didn't work either b/c all the alcohol places were closed.

so then, neenee decided she wanted to get her ear pierced, and bapple wanted to tatoo my name on his right arm, so we stopped by that place where tamtam got that thing done on her thing...but they were closed, too.

so, finally, we headed down to dragon park to play on the swings, where neenee stradled bapple on the swing, and i massaged neenee as she moaned and groaned with irrepressible pleasures. it was soo hot. it was like a threesome without sex. here is an except from the massaging session:

ACT 1, SCENE 2:
*massaging her neck*
Me: o~ how you like that
Neenee: mmm...that's the spot
Me: is that it? you want it harder?
*massages a little firmer and faster*
Neenee: o baby...
bapple: ahh...i'm cumming...
Me: yeah- 'cus i'll give it to you harder. how's that, bitch? you like that?
Neenee: o~ i like it.
Me: you like it? how much do you like it?
Neenee: o i like it.
Me: tell me how much you like it...
Neenee: ...i like it sooo much...go lower
Me: lower? how low?
*moves hands lower; bapple yelps with pleasure*
bapple: i'm spent. get off me you whore
*bapple kicks neenee off his lap and creams on her face*
Neenee: don't cum on my face and tell me its lotion!

so imagine that...its the hottest teenie porn ever. (but seriously...thats what it sounded like...except we were like 10 times dirtier)

after this erotic scene of pre-twenties loving, we went to my house where we made "smoothies" and argued about michael jackson.

thought for the day:
neenee and i went to the grand opening of "Sherod", which is an upscale clothing store, and i have never felt more intimidated in my life. not only did they have cheeses, grapes, and wine for all of its shopping guests, i was bombarded by the hottest people i have ever seen . hot people scare me. they make me feel little, poor, and worthless. so i told neenee that she should get a job at a boutique like Sherod or Posh, b/c she has that "i'm a monster. be scared of me" look...ya know what i mean? like, people in the store make you feel dumb for not buying anything...which is a bad feeling, in addition to alone being too little to fit in any of the clothes *woe!*. yes...it was depressing...the clothes were too big for me.

place for the day:
everyone should go check out "Las Paletas" (sp?) where they sell yummy popsicles (like real popsicles...you know, long, cylindrical shafts of frozen juices...mmm... *mouth waters just thinking of them*...the popsicles that is...nothing else...but sweaty, long, steaming popsicles...that drip juices all over your hands and in your mouth...)--woah! sorry about that...i just had a moment. anyway, its on the corner of Kirkland and 12th avenue, and it has no sign....you just kind of have to find it. i got a yummy "Hibiscus" popsicle and neenee got a "pineapple" one. we went to the park across the street and suckled on each other...and by each other, i mean "the popsicles."

name for the day:
i named my '87 Toyota Cressida today. his name is "Nolton". he doesnt' like it when you sweet talk...and he doesn't like it when you talk dirty...so you just gotta be real with him. yesterday, for instance, he didn't want to go up a big hill so he just stalled in the middle of the road as neenee and i slowly tumbled downwards. it was soo very silly of Nolton to do that! he has emphysema or somehting, so he really has trouble breathing and spits out black stuff from his exhaust pipes. he's an old guy, but i have learned to respect him...i mean, he, like everyone, has his idiosyncrasies. for instance, on the passenger's seat automatic window...i can roll down that window with my controls, but only the person in the passengers seat can roll it up with his/her controls; he also hates reversing...b/c when you put him in reverse, he just stops. ahh~ Nolty--how do i love thee? *counts the ways*

so...in summation, here is everything i did yesterday:
woke up, went to work at the rink, went to neenee's and ate, went shopping at rivergate, went back to neenee's to switch cars, filled my car with gas (where i got in trouble for talking on my cell phone at the gas station), dropped off library books at the GH Library, went home to change, went to Sherod, went to Las Paletas, took naps on my bed, bapple came over, we three kings of orient all went to the Wing Basket where bapple and i ate wings and neenee ate pussy, then we went to RCKTWN, then to Municipal auditorium, then the capital parking lot where we titillated one another with our cell phone vibrators, then we went to look for alcohol, then went to the tatoo place, then went to dragon park and FINALLY went to my house, where the two later left to hit up deb white's.

DAMN was that a lot of shit.

fuck me. i'm a loser.

here's my new mouse:

and, with that, i'm out like a fat kid in dodge ball.

Neenee: You know...there's a party going on...?
Lil' E: where?
Neenee: IN MY PANTS!!!

P.S. i found a bumper sticker that said: "VIVA NASHVEGAS!! eat more rhinestones!"---needless to say, it made me very very happy...in an innocent type of way.