I have a suggestion, iin?

Fuck you motherfucker

My Siamese cat once ate a glob of wasabe by mistake and it was still damn cute!

KOOKUBURRAS!!!

Australians should not drink and post.

Yeah, OK....but if someone could tell me if they order extra Wasabi...That be great.

I'm sitting in my moon chair, in my bedroom, in front of the tv. The tv is making a buzzing sound. I have to pee. There is a tall, handsome fellow sleeping in our bed to the left of me. One of my kitties is drinking water from the bowl I put out for them at night. I can't tell which, it's too dark. It's 2am, there is nobody outside and the streetlight is broken. When will they fix the damn thing? I need to clean the room tomorrow. I've been busy lately, so it's gaining some clutter. I don't like clutter.
I'll be getting up, wigging the PS3 cords which cause the disturbance, using the restroom, moving to my bed, then checking out anothet post or two- after I place a period at the end of this run on sentence.

I'm in a living room, wading through a knee high pile of Mexican sponges. Almost tripped on one. Or a dozen.

I am laying in bed naked with my iPod. It's almost noon. There is no reason to get up, except to make coffee. Perhaps I should plan a camping trip to an exotic tropical location. Or, read my new textbook about astrobiology. Guess I'll play some classical guitar music until I feel the urge to do something.

The cerebral life is an unrewarding luxury.

I just got home from milking the cows, where I got covered in shit, so I had a shower, now it is coffee and relax time until a hard days work tomorrow.

Im sitting in my living room. My coffee has turned cold from chasing around little boys. No help with toddler wrangling this morning. Didnt have the energy to pull out the high chair so I put my son in the booster seat and let the other child run around. Who is now crying because dad disappeared. I fed them toast and grapes. The other little boy spit the grapes all over the floor...and is now climbing...shit!

Now they are content and playing with buckles. My kids hair is all crazy scientist this morning. I need to find his brush but I have no idea where to look. Who wants to go on a treasure hunt?

My life is exciting. I don't need no wasabi to spice things up. :P

I just got home from Seattle. I went to pick up a friend who missed the bus to Portland because she asked a lady if this was the right bus and the lady lied to her saying it was the other bus, resulting in her missing the bus and having to call me to pick her up.

I then stopped by a rave to meet a friend who was running security. The parking said $3 and only took cards, no cash, so upon running my card I was charged $15 instead. I was pissed and went to 7-11 to get 2 25 oz busch beers and drank them with my friend working security. Then I went to Billy McHales for soup and salad. Now I am at home typing this.

What if out current situation is not rockin? I'm currently standing on a decrepit set of stairs at my cheap apartment complex, covered with various sorts of cigaret butts and urban detritus because I need to charge my phone...outdoors because I recently blew a fuse at said cheap apartment whilst handling an electrical item with wet hands. It is, however, a balmy evening, filled with the faint sound of buzzing cicadas, an already cooling summer breeze, the scent of backyard fire pits lacing the air that holds the promise of crisp fall weather.

I am sitting here in my office, scratching my left testicle thinking that all of you fuckers out there are either emotionally disturbed or just bored to Hell to be sitting here reading this shit!