daven

I'm watching the episode of Full Metal Alchemist where Martel is killed inside of Al's armor. Good god, I almost cried.

I'm a horrid house guest. My host is sleeping, and I'm sitting here laughing and crying and carrying on in their snuggie. Good thing said host sleeps like a dead baby.

One of my exes got engaged, and there was a party last night. I got wasted with her parents and smiled a lot. Now my cheeks hurt and my head is angry.

I want nachos.

A while ago, I wrote a haiku. I dedicated it to my best friend, who was deeply honored.

::ahem::

finally valid
my hatred for mexicans
and mexican swine

It is tentatively titled, "Oh, Shut Up".


This one came to me on the bus last night. I hope you like it. It came directly from the armpit of my soul.

lady on the bus
i can smell your vagina
get that shit checked out

I think I'll call it "Scuba Diving".


/end blog