Cow plants only eat clean people

There is a rather impressive bruise currently residing on my thigh. I thought it was a mystery bruise until I thought to see if it lined up with our oven at all. Perfect match for the handle part. Obviously I whacked into it a lot harder than I thought.

How many times can I say thought in a paragraph? That’s one of my skills, repeatedly using a word like that.

We’re been watching a LOT of Psych today. And catching up on this weeks Late Late Show. Many hours just laying about doing not much at all. Totally what I wanted. I did make a kickass pizza for dinner, but I cheated. How hard is it to fashion a pizza-shape out of pre-made dough, add some already shredded bbq chicken and some pineapple chunks and a bit of cheese to the dough-shape? So freakin easy. So good though. Mmm… perfectly thick fluffy bready crust too. Mmm…The best part is, we only used half of all the things, so we have to have this another night! Darn.

I really wish I could word how I am feeling. I do ok in survey answers, but when I come to this darker blue corner of my writing internet space, I have issues. I’ve never been good with the words. That’s why I have so many of my own made up ones. Not that I really use them anymore. Except for the occasional ubings with old friends.

My title is something I taught Jake the other day. In Sims 2, in case you were wondering.

It is disgustingly hot again right now. I was fine an hour ago. Now it’s all blergh again. Blergh is no fun at all.