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My sister, her friend, and her friend’s dog left early yesterday morning.  My mom got her laundry list of items that she requested, mostly.  The honey buns were kind of bland.  Hostess makes the best honey buns and I don’t think I’ve seen them since moving here.  My sister said all of Hostess’ products were off the market in addition to the Twinkies while the company was in transition.  She also got her Vernor’s ginger ale, which is also made in Detroit and the best ginger ale I’ve tasted and her Lipton’s instant peach tea (another product we haven’t found here so far).  I was happy I got my chips.  When the chips are so hot that they make your nose water sometimes then you know it’s real.  I destroyed them and now they’re all gone.  My sister tells me that I can order them online.  I know, but the shipping is almost as expensive as the item.  That violently sets off my cheap attack alarms.

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The dog was interesting.  She’s a tiny little thing but has this habit of standing on her hind legs and walking.  It’s cute and yet it’s also kind of creepy. I’m absolutely certain I don’t want a dog that small, she’s a Peekapoo (Pekingese and Poodle mix), she did stir my desire to get a dog more.  Damn it! Of course there’s the typical dog things I’d have to get used to again, like the smell, and have to take them out in all sorts of weather, and being considerate of them when making plans to go out.  That last part especially seems to be the biggest con for me at the moment.  When I want to go somewhere I want to go and come back when I feel like it.  Part of me doesn’t want to be solely responsible for another life.  I’m still working on reconciling that part of me.  I’d also have to dog proof the place and compared to my last place this one is a bit lacking on storage space so that might be a bit of a chore.

I really had to fight the urge to ask my sister’s friend to lay in my bed and roll around.  I also had to resist walking up behind her and sniffing her.  She smelled delightfully intoxicating.  I think next time I’m just going to stop fighting it and tell her to get in my bed, now!  Okay, I’ll probably phrase it better but there’s something nice about laying in bed and smelling a woman on my pillows and sheets.  The neighbor, who looks awesome in booty shorts, I might add, wanted to steal her dog.  I mentioned to her that the neighbor can wear the hell out of some itty bitty shorts and that I was a bit disappointed she wasn’t rocking any today. I was informed by my sister’s friend that I shouldn’t be mentioning other women because she was my date tonight.  I then mentioned that I wish she was wearing booty shorts then instead.  *shrug*  We went to see The Conjuring.  Her and my sister ganged up on me about always dragging my mom to see what I want to see.  I don’t like her movies and usually invites herself to see what I planned on see anyway so it’s not like I make her see what I want to see.  I might go see a Madea movie with her but I refuse to pay to see a Tyler Perry drama, chick flicks, or depressing racist movies taking place in the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s.  I’m just not even remotely interested.  Now I’ll drop her off to see whatever she wants, watch something else, and meet her after the movie is over but that’s the best I can do.  She liked Man of Steel anyway so I don’t know what they’re talking about.

The Conjuring was good, it didn’t scare me but then again horror movies haven’t generally scared me since I was in my early or mid-teens.  Long story short The Conjuring is about a family who moves into a house they later find out is haunted by a deceased, Satan worshiping witch. The family enlists the help of a husband and wife team of paranormal investigators to figure out what’s going on and how to stop it.  Plot-wise it’s kind of a mess and has enough holes to resemble Swiss cheese but it’s still a good date movie especially if your chick is a bit of scaredy cat.  There’s already a sequel being discussed and I’ll probably be seeing it.  I was a bit on the fence about seeing The Conjuring which is why I hadn’t seen it to that point.  I’m usually the type to see a movie either at an advance screening or on opening day.  If I don’t see it within a week of opening then I usually wait for it on blu-ray, cable, or Netflix instead of paying to see it in the theaters.  

I’m not sure how I feel about the Carrie remake.  Well, I do feel it doesn’t really need one.  Hell, if anything has to be remade I’d rather see Cujo or Silver Bullet get the nod.  I think I’ll pass on You’re Next.  The previews are just trying to do too much and other than appearing to be a home invasion movie I’m not even sure what it’s about.  I’ll catch it on Netflix.  

After the movie we went to The Cheesecake Factory.  Oddly enough, non of us had any cheesecake.  The menu was ridiculous!  Seriously, it’s a small book.  I could probably injury someone assaulting them with that menu.  I don’t know if it was an off night or what since it was my first time there but the general consensus was the food was kind of bland and mediocre that night and the waitress wasn’t that good either.  I also would’ve rethought the whole sitting outside deal because of one particularly annoying fly.  Since my sister’s friend wasn’t wearing a lot of clothes, well at least up top, she would’ve froze inside.  I wouldn’t have minded things getting nippy but I can go with the crowd sometimes.  Looking at the bill though if I ever take a chick there then she’s giving implied consent that my dick will be inside some part of her body that night.  If she gets appetizers and drinks too then she’s taking liquid Freaky to the womb, raw!  No ifs, ands, or buts about it.  I got an interesting series of texts while I was there.  

My sister can forget about me not finishing off that Tequila though.  I like it and it actually makes me feel rather randy if I consume enough of it in a short period of time.  It’ll be gone soon enough. 

Author: Freaky Deaky I'm a horny, opinionated, smart-ass, antisocial, introverted, misanthropic, agnostic, nonconformist, free thinking, hedonistic, highly intelligent, and arrogant black man with a dirty mind.