rejoiceulations
And so the end of the first post holliday work week draws to an end. I had a beer tonight, and it was good. After the abuses of the weekend, my self imposed break restored some much needed stability to my stomach and i'm suure that friggin liver took this opportunity to regain some strength.
FUCKER.
Still it hasn't been all peach vodka and cream (kaching! i think i just invented a tasty). For example: mother of god i am TIRED. Getting up at the ungodly hour to sleep for another hour on the train there is probably not the best of ideas. But fuck, it is in the AM.
AM is BAD
Frankly, i think it is a hysterical sequence of baby dropping, inbreeding, and freak chemical imbalances that create those most alien of people. Morning people. The thought makes me want to hire bodyguards and kill them with fire. Fire blessed by the pope, used by the fighting Jesus for his morning smoke, and produced by the burning stuff of nightmares.
Yeah, so back to tired. State of, is me currently. As in now. But the muse said it was time to update and so i have pushed the rabid weasels into a different corner of the brain, and am scraping the meager follicles of mirth vigorously to give -3 people who read this something to laugh at.
Tonight I watched television. And ate some chicken pot pie. The television was poor, the pie good. We here, we like pie. Pie with meat, pie with fruit. Fruit AND meat i would not recommend. Tomatoes do not count, assclown. Pie with chocolate goo, or lemony eggy gel. Here at the place where effort is a bad word. PIE. PIE is good.
There is a doodle. It is not here now. In the future, where death waits, the doodle is there too. I am heading in that direction. You bastards will have to wait. As I think I will take a nap first.
and now, Japan... you have so much to teach us.
(´・ω・)つ(・(・Kneading tits
May you all burn in hell with me at work tomorrow.
FUCKER.
Still it hasn't been all peach vodka and cream (kaching! i think i just invented a tasty). For example: mother of god i am TIRED. Getting up at the ungodly hour to sleep for another hour on the train there is probably not the best of ideas. But fuck, it is in the AM.
AM is BAD
Frankly, i think it is a hysterical sequence of baby dropping, inbreeding, and freak chemical imbalances that create those most alien of people. Morning people. The thought makes me want to hire bodyguards and kill them with fire. Fire blessed by the pope, used by the fighting Jesus for his morning smoke, and produced by the burning stuff of nightmares.
Yeah, so back to tired. State of, is me currently. As in now. But the muse said it was time to update and so i have pushed the rabid weasels into a different corner of the brain, and am scraping the meager follicles of mirth vigorously to give -3 people who read this something to laugh at.
Tonight I watched television. And ate some chicken pot pie. The television was poor, the pie good. We here, we like pie. Pie with meat, pie with fruit. Fruit AND meat i would not recommend. Tomatoes do not count, assclown. Pie with chocolate goo, or lemony eggy gel. Here at the place where effort is a bad word. PIE. PIE is good.
There is a doodle. It is not here now. In the future, where death waits, the doodle is there too. I am heading in that direction. You bastards will have to wait. As I think I will take a nap first.
and now, Japan... you have so much to teach us.
(´・ω・)つ(・(・Kneading tits
May you all burn in hell with me at work tomorrow.
posted by legion at 7:04 PM
2 Comments:
Ahh - those clever Japanese... what will they come w/next??
Ahh - these clever Japanese... always trying to jumpstart our brainium...what will they come up wif next?
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