a wednesday

Dammit i suck at Monopoly now even my twelve year old cousin beats me everytime. At least sai sai didn't cry today when she owed money. Things can get ugly during monopoly. The start of the game is always exciting when you choose the token (though we're only left with the ship, car, dog and boot) and hear it clinking merrily. Then it gets more exciting when it's time to plot what to buy. But this is where it confuses me. I get obsessed with the thought of owning park lane and mayfair and guffawing madly whenever they land there, till I'm never satisfied till I get those but it's so hard when everyone wants it and then tries to strike deals without even hearing each other out ("No way." "Give me eternal immunity") ARGH and though we go mad laughing throughout the game it ends in a tiring mess of crumpled waddles of colourful notes and splendid rows of colour coordinated cards and most sadly big red hotels that symbolize death when you're near. That is why things will get crazy-happier when iz buys SPONGEBOB MONOPOLY because the cover is big and yellow and the tokens are spongebob, patrick, mr krabs, SQUIDWARD (yes!! the scrooge can be squidward) and sandy ("sandy's a GIRL?!?!?!!!" spongebob said when she took off her astronaut suit to reveal a bikini) and a few random members (thick-lipped fish?) and when you play it i think it'll just feel like you're in spongebob world!!!! And everyone will go mad, and no children will feel the need to win because in spongebob world failure is funny and there will be no deliberation of actions just mad impulse. It is ever so tiring a game, where is my pictionary?!?!!!!

Anyhow i posted the invites today so check yer mailboxes tomorrow for some granny mail (darn forgot to scent it with intoxicating flower perfume). Don't forget your pearls and checkered socks and chunky shoes for the party. Try to match underwear too. You wouldn't feel too real going to the toilet in a granny skirt and cardigan only to see a thong when you pull down your heavy garments to pee. Oh yes, that's why gretchen suggested the diapers. Ah.....bless 'er. Won't even have to move that way, just do it in secret while playing chess or something. Help I'm getting carried away. But somebody save gretchen, she's getting carried away with that park person it's Harold and Maude all over again. Somebody appear in front of her someday who might set her heart blooming and face glowing so that the clouds will pause in their swirling for one millisecond before the soundtrack to her life plays "at last! my love has come along". And then wedding! and then babies! (more delirium) and then being sixty-four and meeting as real old grannies. it probably sounds stupid putting this into words but it must be incredible seeing your friends get married. Incredible in a help me i'm going to cry and laugh like a mad cow way. Imagining everyone's weddings is just so sweetly uplifting and heavenly. It's a girl's daydream. But everyone, dream away! Because all this is going to happen someday to some of us, and when it does, if we're watching from the aisles, we'll clutch each other with hankies and flowers and girly screams waiting to jump out from our throats. "Oh!!! She's getting married!!!!!"

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Someone save me from all this insane daydreaming.