the junk from my brains

Sometimes I wake up and think "aw suck a butt!"

that’s what I thought this morning, even though I’m home and I should be working, but whatever.

I have a lot I want to do today, and it’s like shooting myself in the foot to want to do so much, but I want to do it.

laundry

clean the bathroom

clean my desk area

play video games (with and without my children)

post up a massive set of HS entries (at least 5)

Work on updating the database for my website RPG so that we can finally start coding it

Cook dinner (which is mostly done, the chicken is cooked!)

mop the kitchen floor (that probably won’t happen, lol)

take a few sporadic cat naps (this will definitely happen)

AND

watch some tv that I am behind on.

 

I’m ridiculous.

I should get to doing crap.

I also want to read and note, but so far I’ve just been reading and NOT noting because I’m retarded and you already know that.

Oh, so Baboo’s friend finished the banner art for Humanity Scar. OMG, it’s so freaking awesome. When we get it scanned in, I’ll post it. It’s so amazing and will make the most KICK ASSINGEST sticker you’ve EVER SEEN!!!!! YES!!!!!!

 

I think I’ll even be able to put it into my photo editing program and color it and stuff for variations. He’s working on some other things and it’s awesome. He’s really talented.

 

I actually need an artist to do some art for me, but that might also mean I need some money. DAMN IT. I wish I could draw, but my skills are less than stellar. I do a mean paint pic at times, but it’s not quite what you’d call "cool’.

OK.

my hip hurts. I woke up feeling as if it was going to detach from my body, get a part time job, save up some money and go try to be a movie star.

 

bitch ass hip.

I have a bad habit of cussing. a lot. I try to refrain around my children, but sometimes it slips. I’m trying to just not cuss at all, or at least very rarely, but it’s rough.

My favorite cuss word phrase of the week is: fuckin shit ass bitch ass

and for no reason should i string those words together, but i do.

ex: oh looking at this fuckin bitch ass shit ass piece of motherfucking shit ass bitch ass food on the floor!!!!!

*blink*

there is no reason for this. I grew up in a Christian home with decent, polite parents…. and I have a mouth only a sailor could love.

 

blah.

I’ll be better.

in the fuckin bitch ass shit ass future.

ANYWAY… I’m gonna go get started on the laundry.

Wish my luck, and have a very special Thursday.

do not lick the sidewalk.

 

OH!!! one last th ing… the blueberry vagina MIGHT have been because of this soap I’m using. Maybe it mixed together with my own hormones and such and made blueberry. Hell if I know.

But there I was, blueberry vagina USA…. I wonder if anyone else noticed…

I often worry that people will smell me. I don’t want them to. GET AWAY FROM ME! DON’T BREATHE IN MY VICINITY!!!!!

alright, i’m outtie.

remember, sidewalks are not delicious.

 

 

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