desidia

I spent the better part of 3 hours chopping firewood today. Me. Chopping firewood. For those of you with no imagination or common sence this is striking a log, on top of another log, with an axe, as hard and as fast and as accurately as you can. If you don't get a running start the axe will stick because its old and blunt. Then you have to raise the axe with log attached and slam it over and over until it splits. Thats not fun. In fact, splliting it on the first strike isn't fun either, but when you have to spend your days splitting logs, getting it on the first try is as close as you get. Then I got to spend another hour piling these soaked, muddy logs. Because it hasn't stopped raining since mid-november.

No... actually making mildly unpleasant drinks out of random bottles and mixers is as close I get. No... actually phone sex is fun but I only get to do that once a month or so.

Anyways, tonight I could kill, make that commit genocide for:

A) A vodka redbull
B) Make that at least 4 of them
C) A rainbow roll
D) A blowjob
E) A penthouse apartment at least 10 miles away from the closest axe