Mar 29, 2006 04:05
*eats snickers*
Jesus touched my snickers. *nids*
Anyways, so I am in Arizona (i think). I haven't checked in a while but the scorching heat and 99 million mexicans lead me to believe I do not need to bother. *loves mexicans for the record, especially if they bother to learn english*
I have been contemplating many things as of late, particularly the meaning of life and Rachel Ray's home address. I have, as of late, discovered that
69 McGoodcookin' Lane
Yummyland, Rawr
is the answer to neither question. Tis a shame, all of that research for nothing.
I have gained a bit of weight, but I am in better shape so I think that is mostly muscle. That would be nice. *flexes and hurts self*
I miss the beach. The waves call to me. They want me to ride, to jump on them and ride up and down, up and down . . . I think the ocean wants to rape me.
Wow this update sucks. Of course, Its great for my current state of mind. A blistering headache, fifteen cough drops and an elastic leg warmer tied around my forehead will do that. Don't ask > >
I feel like Dougie Houser on X > >. God I need sleep.