If wishes were tadpoles….

It’s not even 9 pm and I’m tired.

My crock pot fajitas were a fail. I needed more seasoning and less liquid or something. They were mush and it makes me sad. I was so looking forward to them. I bet if I didn’t leave them cooking so long they’d be good.

Better luck next time.

I really want a fruity alcoholic beverage, a giant pile of chocolate brownies (non calorie and fat free) and a fluffy bed with soft pillows and a tv as big as a wall, and perhaps a foot rub.

Oh if only my magic genie hadn’t died. 

 They don’t like when you sit on them, stuff them in boxes, or mistake them for ice cream sundaes.

I’m delirious.

I had pudding. It was too amazing to be actual pudding. I don’t know why pudding is so great.

So now i need some sort of "fix it" recipe for the rest of this ruined mushy beef. I’m thinking I can make some sort of enchilada with it… cover anything with a buttload of cheese and red sauce and its delicious.

Yeah.

I could make some sort of blended beef soup with it. Hmmm, experiments with the Magic Bullet anyone?

I can feel inspiration coming on.

I’ll let you  know.

I wish  I could go on "Deal or No Deal"

I wish that a zombie would come so I could shoot it in the face.

I wish I could make a giant cookie with gooey chocolate chips.

I wish I had some cream to whip.

I wish I had a mocha.

I wish my kids weren’t bad and crazy.

I wish I had a couple extra hundred thousand million dollars.

I wish I had wishes.

I wish my neighbor would go to narnia.

I wish i had a hot neighbor who liked to water plants in a bikini. A GIRL!!!!!..

a hot guy neighbor would be alright, but I think Baboo wouldn’t like it if I had eye candy. I don’t mind if he does, cuz it’s candy for me too.

I wish i could meet a girl named Candy.

I wish she would have giant boobies.

I wish to squeeze them once or twice. She’d like it cuz she’s bi curious.

I’m not. I just like boobies.

Ok, so maybe I want to kiss a girl.

but that’s not anything.

I need to quit.

Why am I letting my mind just go and go and go.

My legs hurt and I want some pineapple.

And some sex.

renovations almost complete. Tomorrow the paint should be dry and the flooring ready for furniture to be moved in.

I’m thinking a lovely "unfertilized egg" theme would work.

I wish I had a bean bag chair that looked like an egg.

That would be awesome.

I’d be like "this is my unborn baby" , as I sat on it and wiggled around… and people would look at me like I was crazy.

ya know, if people ever actually visited me.

i should just go.

I sorta want to write on the zombies.

but it’ll come out sorta crazy (cuz I am) and that won’t be good.

For now, I shall flee.

Into the land of relaxation.

good day to you.

prosper willingly.

Watch out for falling frogs.

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