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So, you guys know that CNN is talking about incorporating more youthly (is that even a word?) slang into their broadcasts, right? Because you all know how street CNN is. They're hard core. My sister and I were laughing about it, all night. I can't wait until this starts. Can you picture it? The anchor's all (with the co-anchor, beat-boxing next to him) "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!!! We's just chillin', kickin' it real old school up in here. Bout to kick that news shit, y'heard, son? President Bush is all up in Saddam's grill, like 'yo, kid, you betta recognize. Or we gonna have to mess y'all's shit up, yo. Come up in your crib, make the place wet.' That is whack, dog! I be trippin' on that shiznit! What you think about that, my nigga?" Then he turns to Al Roker (I know he's not on CNN, shh), who comes in with a huge Public Enemy-style clock around his neck, and, well, this is getting out of control. Hee. But it'll be great!
My sister was Goofy!Corinne, tonight. I think it was the beat-boxing that did it. Hee. Her dog and cat were cracking me up. They play together, and just go crazy. Running around, jumping all over the place. But then, afterwards, they'll lie together all curled up like best friends. It's the funniest thing ever.
I guess her and her boyfriend are sort of back together, again. It's a very weird, confusing thing. Because she says they're together, but "sort-of." I think she's just afraid of him wigging out on her again, so she's treading lightly.
Other than that, y'all helped me the last couple days, but I'm still feeling kind of moody and shit. I'm not really sure what the deal is. Because I understand some of what I'm feeling, but it seems a little blown out of proportion, you know? Like, almost PMS-y, but it's not that time of the month. Huh. Some of it is related to the sort-of "debate" that was had in chat, the other night, and some other stuff I don't feel like trying to figure out right now, enough to explain. Meh. I'm getting on my nerves. I need to just cheer the fuck up.
I wasn't in a funk all day, though. I had a nice time with my sister. And I admit, all the praise from Ms. Thang,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dosidella, after she read some of my writing, in emails, has me feeling a bit spiffy. Praise is good. Praise is very good. Praise make Rachael happy. Praise also make Rachael talk like stereotypical Indian Man, apparently. Huh. Interesting, that. Hee.
My sister was Goofy!Corinne, tonight. I think it was the beat-boxing that did it. Hee. Her dog and cat were cracking me up. They play together, and just go crazy. Running around, jumping all over the place. But then, afterwards, they'll lie together all curled up like best friends. It's the funniest thing ever.
I guess her and her boyfriend are sort of back together, again. It's a very weird, confusing thing. Because she says they're together, but "sort-of." I think she's just afraid of him wigging out on her again, so she's treading lightly.
Other than that, y'all helped me the last couple days, but I'm still feeling kind of moody and shit. I'm not really sure what the deal is. Because I understand some of what I'm feeling, but it seems a little blown out of proportion, you know? Like, almost PMS-y, but it's not that time of the month. Huh. Some of it is related to the sort-of "debate" that was had in chat, the other night, and some other stuff I don't feel like trying to figure out right now, enough to explain. Meh. I'm getting on my nerves. I need to just cheer the fuck up.
I wasn't in a funk all day, though. I had a nice time with my sister. And I admit, all the praise from Ms. Thang,
dosidella, after she read some of my writing, in emails, has me feeling a bit spiffy. Praise is good. Praise is very good. Praise make Rachael happy. Praise also make Rachael talk like stereotypical Indian Man, apparently. Huh. Interesting, that. Hee.