Nothing quite as satisfying as enjoying food ya make yourself.. Spaghetti, no matter how much it mirrors its thrown up alter self, is sexy. So all you pasta food haters can go suck my knob. Cause that shit is good. The sheer delicacy of getting the pasta not to attach itself ,like a cat on crack, to the pot is a tiresome but worthwhile process. To get blood off piano keys, use talcum powder or powdered milk.. Maybe a calcide.. MEOW. Oh, washin to be done. Half a lenom dipped in salt gets copper perfectly clean.

Right, i'm not the kinda person to just say a type a music is shit or whatever, but... why the fuck are cannibal corpse allowed to be recognised as artists.. Okay harsh i may be, but lets look at a sample.. "The curse is broken I have a dependence on vaginal skin It's become my sexual addiction I must slit, the twitching clit Rotted cavity hold the juice" This is practically the one verse that they tweek a lil bit to make every other song they 'regurgitate'.. Every song will have some delightful reference to a bleeding clit, a rim hole or cum dripping down something or other.. Not even a fan can argue that. It . Is. Bolloxxxxxxxxxxxx

I was at the bus stop today.. As ya do.. And there was this lil kyoooot ladybuggy, and i actually couldn't stop staring at it. I missed a bus, cause i was a fair distance from afore mentioned bus stop and being as mezmerized as i was, failed to be as attentive as i should've been, but ah well, it was mad! The lil guy was just strollin along and he (or she) just dodged all the gargantuan feet threatening it he was a legend... And thats what i did today... (^.^)

Listenin to Wings for Marie. Nice.