Muffin dog

This little bone so the little heart keeps beating This little bone so my little hand keeps greeting

Oh hai! I've been having troubling nightmares lately (yesterday) with some nasty, creepy poems. Do not want. But maybe I can use it for my novel. Hmm...

But that's not important. /Mariya Semyonova, bitches!

Home is wherever I'm with you

Real post starts now.
What matters is that yesterday was a really epic day. It was so epic that I went to sleep pretty early from all the exhaustion. We kidnapped borrowed a friend of ours for a day. He lived here, but moved later to a bigger city to go to a math-oriented high school (I know, right...). His parents are batshit insane just a little bit crazy, and don't want to let him grow up. NEVER. EVER. So they didn't let him go to a dorm, but decided to sell their house and follow him instead. After a series of bad tactical and financial moves, they're there for a year and a half, and neither of them has found a new job in the city. His dad still drives all the way back to our humble town to work every day.

They forbade him to come back here. NEVER. EVER. But he made his little breakthrough by taking a cheap taxi here and back. After a long while, our little group gathered. We're just missing our priest-to-be of questionable sanity that's currently in a boarding school in Montenegro.

So, our math nerd decides to become a rebellious bastard and runs away from home, even for a day. That is something that nobody would expect of him. He's mama's nerdy, obedient boy.  Well not anymore! There were four of us and we had an really awesome time. Ate real food (and not the stuff of questionable content they make him in the city) , played cards, listened for nyan cat 'til we went insane and had some really good coffee. We had a really enjoyable, carefree day. After quite a while, I felt completely at ease without the aid of liquor.

After that, we somehow managed to find him a taxi back home. There were a few complications, but a random gramps showed up out of nowhere and offered him a ride home. It was very suspicious, but a girl from our little group knows the old timer well, so we were on the safe side.

He went home safely, his parents never suspected a thing, and he was un-raped(I actually added this to my browser's dictionary)fine. I'm just so glad that he finally decided to try and take over his destiny and life, and not just accept whatever life throws at him.

“I’ve been thinking. When life gives you lemons? Don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought is could give me lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s going to burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m going to get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”

And with this little gem I'm closing this post.