Reappearing Momentarily
Miss me?
Sure you did. Fucking liar.
Mostly the well ran dry. Also I figure I'd give you a break from reading this nonsensical bullshit and giving yourself a headache.
But now I'm back. For the moment. So Uh-oh all over you.
Things have been quite quiet here, sitting in my little chair (it swivels!--yea, so what?). So I started to make a list of things to do to occupy any downtime I've got, between scrubbing dishes and blackening my lungs.
-Sift through the latest bag of garbage and play "What's That Horrific Smell?". Try to match the scent with the item. Surprisingly, sometimes it smells sweet. Right now, however, it's lightly buttered popcorn. And ass.
-Take out the garbage. After finding out which part smells like dead butt.
-Draw on myself with a Sharpie.
-Draw on everything with a Sharpie.
-Say different words out loud repeatedly until they lose their meaning.
-Try to kiss my own ass.
-Seriously. Take out the trash.
In other news, tomorrow is the Big Two-One for Jonathan, So I probably won't be "here" (on this plane of existence) for the entire weekend. I have a feeling I'm going to end up somewhere idiotic. Like under the dining room table. Probably introducing the underside to a Sharpie, despite the table not belonging to us. I'll leave a message for the next tenants. Like "How ya doin'?"...or a penis. Because they're funny when drawn no matter what you say.
Sure you did. Fucking liar.
Mostly the well ran dry. Also I figure I'd give you a break from reading this nonsensical bullshit and giving yourself a headache.
But now I'm back. For the moment. So Uh-oh all over you.
Things have been quite quiet here, sitting in my little chair (it swivels!--yea, so what?). So I started to make a list of things to do to occupy any downtime I've got, between scrubbing dishes and blackening my lungs.
-Sift through the latest bag of garbage and play "What's That Horrific Smell?". Try to match the scent with the item. Surprisingly, sometimes it smells sweet. Right now, however, it's lightly buttered popcorn. And ass.
-Take out the garbage. After finding out which part smells like dead butt.
-Draw on myself with a Sharpie.
-Draw on everything with a Sharpie.
-Say different words out loud repeatedly until they lose their meaning.
-Try to kiss my own ass.
-Seriously. Take out the trash.
In other news, tomorrow is the Big Two-One for Jonathan, So I probably won't be "here" (on this plane of existence) for the entire weekend. I have a feeling I'm going to end up somewhere idiotic. Like under the dining room table. Probably introducing the underside to a Sharpie, despite the table not belonging to us. I'll leave a message for the next tenants. Like "How ya doin'?"...or a penis. Because they're funny when drawn no matter what you say.