Thursday, March 1, 2012

After A Cup of Coffee.

  After some thought, I decided that Dork would be my godfather at my confirmation. I haven't really thought about when I'll actually organize the whole thing but I'm pretty sure I'll get around to it this year. For the meantime, Dork shall now be called Godfather at this point in this blog.

 Godfather would make a better godfather than my current one who gambles too much, drinks too much, smokes too much, is potbellied, lives off his parents' wealth, calls my mom names, and thinks he's still in college (or rather, high school). How he became my godfather in the first place, I've no idea. Maybe my mom thought he'd outgrow all of those stuff but I guess she was wrong. The man isn't married because the girl who was to be his fiancee' actually had the senses to bolt when he announced their engagement during a relative's wedding. Smart girl. I never got her name.

 The role of godmothers and godfathers is to provide spiritual guidance to the godchild. I'm pretty much getting a lot more than spiritual guidance from my own chosen godparents. Hohohohoh.

 Woooh. Coffee has successfully restored physical equilibrium.

Making a coffee-to-cell ratio count,
Awkward Turtle

1 comment:

Nomnomnom clams and pellets.