my rebellious youth

I had a dream last night that reminded me of something. when I was a senior in high school, I took a ditch day (the only day I ever ditched) with my two best friends from growing up.

what did we do with our bad selves?

we went to the museum of modern art. and then fretted that we were going to get "caught," until we realized no one would be suspicious for a second that we were ditching school to go to an art museum. and it was a gorgeous day and we went and played in Herman Park. and then we went out to lunch and felt all grown-up, and my friend that drove was terrified of the freeway.

good times.

the dream that reminded me of this? I dreamed that the three of us tried to sneak into an IMAX movie, got caught twice and chased out, and then My Very Persuasive Best Friend convinced the guy to let us in. now that I look back on it, I'm surprised we never tried this.

because I haven't written spangel in a while....

stolen from all over, mad lib drabbles. some of my words actually make perfect sense in context, haha

I should also say, nothing but love for my spuffy friends. *snorfle*
*pets you*

( There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing licked him, all was frothy. )

( For seven days and seven nights, Angel nursed Spike, cleaning his hip and feeding him Blood-brand rat chow. )

( Angel paced up and down, jiggling his armpit. )

( He smiled to see a rat hopping along, carrying a stake in its mouth. )

what do you think, guys? I think this may be some of my most ingenious work yet! *waits for copious praise to roll in*