You Can't Have AMUSEMENT without SEMEN!

wearing: pinstripe jeans, 'the clash' shirt, black cloak thingie
eating: air
listening to: Eric Clapton, 'Blue eyes Blue' lol

Lastnight Gimpy gave me a ride home and dropped Spunki off at Neil's. Nobody could figure out how to get the window to unfog, but Gimpy said he was fine looking through a little spot which he had wiped off. "Yeah, that's why they install the whole windshield, because you really only need a small part of it." I remarked from the backseat. I could clearly see what the problem was but I was having trouble communicating it to Spunki, who minutes earlier, couldn't spot the roulette on Mario Party when it was taking up half the screen. Firstly, she had the fan set so that it would come out of vents facing the passengers, and not the windsheild. Secondly, she had the fan set to 'OFF'. I admit that I did not help the situation by telling her to turn the dial to number three when the defroster was number four - so what if I can't count, I'm on the rugby team! (Inside joke.) Once we had overcome that mighty hurdle, I was like "Okay, you see the one that's pointed to OFF? Point it to not OFF!!" ...Ingenious! Five seconds later the windsheild was clear. I must say, we make an awesome team.

Today somebody came and vacuumed my whole house and I didn't wake up. That might not seem like a big deal for some people, but here's the catch - I was entirely sober. ...That's disgraceful.

In other news, Mission Impossible is underway, which is to say I have started cleaning up my room. So far I have filled up two garbage bags with junk, yet the level of clutter is still a shock to the senses. Today I found a calendar from 1994, a picture of a young and innocent Jake the Snake clutching - oh, what's that? A beer! ...And a battery with crystals growing on one end - Thaaat's not hazardous!
Two days ago I found a collection of writing that I have no memory whatsoever of writing, except that I think I did it in grade eight. There were about twenty poems, and they were all like, sentence fragments strung together in a strange fashion - yet they made perfect sense. And they were creepy. ...No wonder I had no friends. I also found two letters which I had also forgot about - one was to Santa asking if he was real or not, and one was to The Maestro asking more or less the same question. ...But we won't get into that. I have neither the capacity nor the will to tolerate his ignorance, and I told him if he doesn't cease his incessant flirting with poor Blondie for the next two months that I'm going to hate him for a very long time. And he said he'll stop, but we'll see....

Also, a bunch of people had lube wars.

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