A sharp pencile and a cantalope, the possibilities are endless

[seniormacho]

Going to work in a few hours so I have to make this short and sweet. Its snowing, its freaking cold and for some reason only my room never heats itself so when I have to wake up its a nice cool thirty five degree's in the room. Thats cold, but not as cold as my black heart, and for some reason my damn video in the mail has not come to me as I had demanded that it would, frieken mail ploting against me and such and things and other things that might lead up to suches of mass quantaties.

So I'm supposed to make myself something to eat but I am far to lazy, damnit somone I demand that they tell me what to eat.