I love the earth and I loe all the people on the earth. Really. I do. No shit.
I specifically love whoever stole my iPod out of my car.
I take responsibility for it, I didn’t lock my car last night. I was carrying a bunch of stuff and didn’t lock it up. Usually, not such a big deal, this isn’t a high crime neighborhood. They took nothing else, they didn’t go through the glove box or anything, they just took my iPod and the FM transmitter.
I’m like an A-1 dipshit or something.
Fuck.
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In my dreams I am successful
I just woke up from 2 seperate dreams in which I was a prodigious serial killer. I was like a super serial killer. Both dreams, however, mostly took place after I was caught, in the first dream I killed 2 people, later, when I was caught, I found out I had actually killed 127 people! WOW!!!
In the second dream I was living in a special house with 2 cops. They were supposed to keep me from killing again since I actually had no recollection of killing anyone. I found out in the dream that I had killed over 800 people! What the hell. This is why I love dream logic. In the real world it’s physically impossible to be a serial killer and kill over 800 people. There’s a threshold, a limit, once you hit a certain number you change from ‘serial killer’ to ‘fascist dictator with weird mustache’. Also, in real life, if you manage to kill over 800 people on 800 seperate occasions (we’re not talking about firebombing a night club here) and don’t remember any of them, they don’t just set you up in a happy little house with a maid and a puppy and 2 gruff but concerned cops! They kill your ass in some spectacular way.
In my dreams I am everything I cannot be in real life. In my dreams I am prodigious and successful and hardworking.
Why pants?
Why is it that I automatically answer any “where” question with “in my pants”. It’s so ingrained in me.
“Where’s my mom?”
“In my pants”
“Where will it stop”
“in my pants”
“Where is the best place to purchase cut rate semi-precious jewels besides the black market?”
“in my pants, bitch”
Oceanic Rectum
1) We booked my tickets to New Orleans this evening! I’m very excited again. I love New Orleans.
2) And here is a recipe for you:
Mexican Chocolate Ice Cream
2 disks Abuelita chocolate, chopped
2 cups heavy cream
2 eggs
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup milk
2 tbl brewed espresso
heat cream to simmer, add to chopped chocolate and whisk until the chocolate
is dissolved. Chill to cold.
Beat eggs and sugar until the sugar is dissolved, to ribbon stage. Add milk
and espresso.
Add egg mixture to chocolate mixture. Mix well.
Freeze in your ice cream maker.
3) The dogs have taken to fighting over rawhides. Assholes.
4) Lily, you are a dear, sweet, wonderful girl. Don’t forget it.
keep on…
I’m still tweaking the colors and any feedback would be appreciated. I really like the grey background here next to the pink but my suspicion is that it won’t be all that popular. Yes? No? let me know, you are the ones who have to read it.
Owen called me tonight to invite me out to a drink. It was lovely and perfect. We’d both been home alone for too long, we were going batty. It hadn’t even occured to me how batty I was getting until we got together. Perhaps the fact that I was scrubbing the bathroom at one in the morning should have been an indicator that I needed more human contact.
Or maybe the fact that I shunned all human contact and declined all invites for the fourth so i could stay at home and perfect my sausage recipe. I got problems, I really do.