Ignore this blog...it's just me making a mental note online, so in the near future, I can recall and go "Oh, yes, I remember!" and proceed with my life.

PIRATE PARTY!!!

When: Not yet decided. Me bucko.
Where: On the good ship Yarrrr! (138 Saddle Crest Close NE) <---That's gonna be my house. Teehee!
Why: Because I'm a bloody pirate. That's why, ye lubber.

Okay...now for the rules. The pirate ship Yarrrr is a ship of manners and discipline. With a healthy dosage of plundering, pillaging, and watching movies on the side. No rape.
Rule #1: I am a Captain for partial if not full nudity, but let us keep in mind this Captain's mother, who is, in fact, a Nazi. So clothes on please.
Rule #2: Pirate ships are like a family unit. Thusly, we do not fight or allow the COA to affect a family member. FIGHT THE CLOUD OF ASS!
Rule #3: Pirate termonology is to be used at all times. Me hearty.
Rule #4: Although all pirates are reknown for being drunk 87% of the time, there will be only Grog. And by Grog, I mean watered down rum. And by rum, I mean Diet Coke. In short, no drinky drinky.
Rule #5: When a rule is broken, there are punishments. An hour in the brig, keelhauling, swabbing the deck, being whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails, and going to Davy Jones's Locker. Having to sleep in the basement with nothing but your underpants for warmth.


Now, me ne'er do well cads, you must have a pirate name. I'm Captain Kat Possum. My First Mate is Tristan, who will need a better name. My Second Mate has yet to be selected. You must bring pirate booty (food, drink, or board game which will be played in pirate fashion). There will be treasure hunts and the like.


Drink up me hearties, yo ho!


And I'm done. Now I can let it out of my brain and refer to this later for all my details. Hooray!

*sigh* I had a weird day. Both happy, and angry. And it had nothing to do with the COA.

So, I will now tell you what I once wrote on a frosty window. See if you can relate...
"Hi World! Do you still suck?"

*gasp*A mutiny is under way! Tristan, be careful, or I will revoke your Jedi Possum privileges.

I'm so cold...this house is freezing.

I had two very weird dreams last night. I woke up sad and confused but happy that they were just dreams. My knee hurts so much.

So. Sushi. That was good. I now have a *drumroll* Possum Posse! Consisting of me, the Original Possum, Tristan, the Jedi Possum, and Anthony Knight, the Sophisticated Possum. That makes me happy. Anthony and I cleared like, ten plates before Tristan even got into the restaurant.
Cody and Marina didn't come. Oh well, more sushi for me!
Oh my God, Anthony kissed me, and almost kissed Tristan! HAHAHA!!! And we passed notes to people on the far side of the sushi bar via the dragon boats, one of which sunk right in front of us. It was hilarious. It came around the corner at a bad angle. I tried to pull it upright but it just sunk more. Then Anthony grabbed it, holding up the line, and we tried to get a server's attention, but we couldn't! Meanwhile, it was sinking fast. Then someone came to the rescue. We kept saying we didn't do it. Ah, good times!
And the squid. Anthony and the delicious squid. NOT!

And, of course, DAN. DAN WANTS YOU!

Tristan, there is no such thing as a CO-CAPTAIN. Well, there is, but it's called a First Mate. Proper pirate termonology, if you please. Your blog makes me sad. Be happy, Mister Terriyaki!