Hug List

Special mention to Jada S. who has been telling people about my blog and being generally awesome.
If you haven't noticed I'm a special brand of crazy, I have an obsessive personality. My latest obsession is The Sopranos, while the whole show is awesomefunatastic, I absolutely LOVE Furrio. The character is awesome, the actor is awesome, his face is awesome.


The hair? yeah, its awesome

You see that? YES! that fine slab of epic awesomeness pictured above, that is Frederico Castelluccio. It is impossible to say what I am about to, with out sounding like an insane stalker but I'll try anyway. He currently holds the top spot on my 'Hug List'. If you're unable to figure out what a hug list  because you're 'slow' or 'special' then here it is, a hug list is a (totally sane and normal person's) list of people that they must hug or die trying would really, really love to hug. Without allowing more time for you to contemplate my insanity, I present you my 'Hug List"

Hugs are so great they make mustaches and monocles spontaneously appear

Its not like I think these people are sexy (except Mr. Franco, Mr. Urie of course and maybe Furrio) or anything, but I have deemed them awesome as fuck and think that they would be AMAZING to hug. I have to hug at least one of them before I die, I MUST, it is now a life goal! In fact, if I were a Make-A-Wish  kid, my wish would be to meet and hug Frederico at the Wizarding World Of Harry Potter. (I'm linking to things like a BEAST today)

Actual picture of me

Now I know that was a shitload (some might argue it was a fuckload) of crazy for one sitting but at least I'm not this guy:

Pictured: Sanity

Ps. Sorry about being so lazy and not drawing any pictures this post.
Ps(part2). The guy who plays Tony Soprano his name James Gandolfini, GANDOLF-ini, as in Galdalf the grey then white. Best last name ever goes to Mr.Gandolfini

Titties

Ok, I lied this post has nothing what so ever to do with titties but since you're already here why don't you just stay? You will stay!

              YAY!

 My dad drives like a mad man high on cocaine, who really must get home to pee, right now. Recently day my dad was driving my sister and I home.

Pictured above: Candy

To my dad's great displeasure we had to stop at a red light. Had anyone else was driving then this wouldn't be so bad but red lights annoy the hell out of dad. For the duration of the stop he holds the steering wheel as if his life depends on him keeping a constant and intense pressure on the it, and every minute or so readjusting his grip in a most dramatic manner. Becca and I were talking and dad was annoying the steering wheel when...

   

                 

Screaming-across-traffic: an entirely reasonable and normal alternative form of communication.

The driver of a car beside us that had gone unnoticed, began scream-conversing with dad, from the next lane over:

Random Guy: PETA? PETA [name has been blocked by awesome censorship bots]
Dad: GENERIC MALE NAME!
RG: WAH GWAN PETA?
Dad: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
RG: BLAH BLAH BLAH I HAVE NO SHAME
Dad: BLAH BLAH BLAH WE LOOK RIDICULOUS
Me n' Becca : *quiet chuckles*

Then this other random burst from behind the first and starts yet another scream-convo:
RG2G: "PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETAH!!"
Me n; Becca: *intensified giggle fit*
Dad: I AM CONVERSING LOUDLY IN PUBLIC
RG2G: NO WAY, ME TOO

Before any more unseen, random, loud-speaking men could appear the light turned green. The first random sped off while the second screamed "BLESSINGS!!". Becca and I rightfully thought "Blessings" to be the greatest and most hilarious valediction and quite nearly lmao'd. Later on in our journey, when we were driving through a ghetto-ish area, Becca stuck her head out and screamed...

at the unsuspecting strangers, all of whom made startled little jumps and looked about them. Dad thought it was pretty funny. Becca and I were almost laughing too hard to high-five (luckily we struggled through and managed to five). I was inspired by her daring and hilarious joke, so much so that I, like the little sister I am, wanted to do it too. "DAD! DAAD! DAAAAAAAD!!! slow down i want to do it too!", I screamed. Daddy obliged me and I spotted the perfect person soon after.

The man I screamed to jumped and ran away. After a good bout of roflcoptering Becca said he probably thought it was a drive by, and we concluded that he was most likely running to change is underwear.