RLY? I love that. I haven't been dreaming lately at all, which is sad (but not altogether unusual), because I like when I have loltastic dreams.
I know now that it said Mississippi, but I heard Missouri at first and I nearly dropped the laptop
. . . ILU. That makes would make, if I could open my mouth, me smile so hard. In fact, I did. And it hurt. Story to come later. But yes.
Actually, story about that (the bridge, not the mouth). I was reading an article online about it, and they were interviewing all these people that had survived, and I say to my mum "Why aren't they interviewing any of the people that died?" LOLOL, that was dumb. But what I really meant was that they didn't even mention who/how many died in the entire article, and I thought that was weird. My mouth didn't agree with my brain's desire to phrase it in an understandable way.
And now I feel like I should refuse to drive over any sort of bridge.
I always have hated them. Ooh, in fact, at one spot you can cross the border from the US to Canada, because for some reason they decided to have a crossing RIGHT THROUGH A GREAT LAKE you've got two choices--over a bridge that's prolly the steepest bitch you'll ever see in your life (srsly, it's like a triangle. You can't see the other side at all when you're going up/coming down), or in a highway-in-a-tunnel, under thousands of pounds of pressure UNDER A GREAT LAKE. (I srsly wrote LATKE at first, and that made me lol. I would go under a great latke, if I could open my mouth sufficiently. I'm rather bitter about this non-mouth opening thing.)
I'll have to find out what it's called so maybe I can find pictures for you. Suffice it to say, Mum was driving (this was ages and ages ago, prolly 6 years) and asking us which way we wanted to go, and I look at the choices and then start shrieking "Neither! Neither! Forget this Canada thing!!"
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Date: 2007-08-03 06:40 am (UTC)RLY? I love that. I haven't been dreaming lately at all, which is sad (but not altogether unusual), because I like when I have loltastic dreams.
I know now that it said Mississippi, but I heard Missouri at first and I nearly dropped the laptop
. . . ILU. That
makeswould make, if I could open my mouth, me smile so hard. In fact, I did. And it hurt. Story to come later. But yes.Actually, story about that (the bridge, not the mouth). I was reading an article online about it, and they were interviewing all these people that had survived, and I say to my mum "Why aren't they interviewing any of the people that died?" LOLOL, that was dumb. But what I really meant was that they didn't even mention who/how many died in the entire article, and I thought that was weird. My mouth didn't agree with my brain's desire to phrase it in an understandable way.
And now I feel like I should refuse to drive over any sort of bridge.
I always have hated them. Ooh, in fact, at one spot you can cross the border from the US to Canada, because for some reason they decided to have a crossing RIGHT THROUGH A GREAT LAKE you've got two choices--over a bridge that's prolly the steepest bitch you'll ever see in your life (srsly, it's like a triangle. You can't see the other side at all when you're going up/coming down), or in a highway-in-a-tunnel, under thousands of pounds of pressure UNDER A GREAT LAKE. (I srsly wrote LATKE at first, and that made me lol. I would go under a great latke, if I could open my mouth sufficiently.
I'm rather bitter about this non-mouth opening thing.)I'll have to find out what it's called so maybe I can find pictures for you. Suffice it to say, Mum was driving (this was ages and ages ago, prolly 6 years) and asking us which way we wanted to go, and I look at the choices and then start shrieking "Neither! Neither! Forget this Canada thing!!"