I want this mug for when I'm feeling anti social, or in a public place. You know, whichever. The product description for it is incredible.
I owe you posts, if for no other reason than because I just so*.
Also, here is this. This is funny. Go look at this**.
Life here still looks like a chicken running around with its head cut off splurting**** blood everywhere... if said chicken also happened to have octopus arms attached to it that were flailing around all crazy-like in their death throes.
Ok, back to homework and trying not to burn things or make them taste like shit because God knows I don't make anything else instead if I fuck it up and it does end up tasting like shit. A girl can only spend so much time cooking before her head explodes.
*Way to go me. Now you have to deliver. Way to pressure yourself. Way to set up expectations you now have to actually meet. I'm such an asshole to myself sometimes.
**This being awesome responses to obnoxious graffiti. I should have explained that up there, but since I'm being an asshole to myself, why stop there? Why not make you work for your fucking funny. Huh? huh? How do you like that***?!
***Wow. I don't know what to say to that. Sorry? I will send myself to my room for a time out... After I finish cooking. And getting my homework done. Which is due tomorrow. So maybe that time out will happen tomorrow. No, wait, I've got class and shit tomorrow. Sorry, my time out for being mean to you will totally have to wait til.... uh, hmmm (mumbling to self now) well, Tuesday I have to do all that damn running around and Wednesday I'm back in class, so, uhhh, maybe Thursday I'll discipline myself?
**** Spellchecker doesn't like splurting, probably because I made it up and spellchecker is a little hidebound about that sort of shit. Spellchecker needs to learn the value of adaptation.
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