So, I've hidden the post where I had a Macromedia flash representation of my ... spirit monkey .... from the Golden Compass. That's awfully nerdy on my part, and for that, I apologize. I forget that I have many avenues to shed bits of skin here and there...but in hindsight, that post embaraaaassed me. Not that I am censoring myself, but I need to be more strategic about my placement of things and stuff on this large thing we call TEH INTERNETz.
Since November was the month of the great nothing (aka: Hanalei's Sabbatical), I am suddenly really looking forward to a frenzy of activity in the form of my upcoming birthday in February. Hello, hello. Because turning 26 on a Tuesday isn't the most exciting thing in the world, I am trying to celebrate ALL WEEK, forreal forreal. Do you think a restaurant would let me have a pinata in there on a Saturday night? Because I am kinda all about that.
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So since I was taller than other kids when I was younger (I pretty much stopped growing at 14) parents used to impose limits on my ass when it came to party games. Easter egg hunts, pinatas, you name it.
ReplyDeleteSo one time they had a pinata at a party and I saw the other kids go at it and not even get a piece of it. I was like "OMFG it's so easy it's not even moving!!!!"
So, my turn comes up, and I swing twice and I don't hit anything. So I lean my head back so I can see what's going on underneath the bandanna, and lo and behold it's Uncle Bill fucking moving the pinata with a rope!
Long story short, I hit him multiple times, and believe me it was no accident.
P.S. I kept trying to see what that spirit monkey thing was allabout, but my internet was flaky.
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