| Current mood: | Mr. Bean, that kinky bitch. |
| Current music: | "When You're Evil" -Voltaire |
The Attack of the Vengeful Appliances
Inspired by Kath's use of utmost detail in her blog, I shall make an attempt to do the same.
I woke up and looked at the time: 2:29, which really meant 3:29 since we never put it forward again. Hey, look at the time, same time, twelve hours later... Oh, wait, forgot about that one-hour differece thing, hopefully you did too. Now I doubt you'll believe me, since this will take two more hours to write. Regardless, seeing the time, I yelled 'Shit' and jumped out of bed, as I'm always sick of waking up so damn late. I was rather lost and the idea of taking a shower was vague, at least to the dense newly-awakened-- well, me.
Anyway, the water was hot and that's all you really don't need to know. Then food seemd to be quite appealing. I had a small struggle with the refrigerator. I heard something hit-- something after closing the freezer, so I opened it again: Nothing. But then I opened the refrigerator and a bottle of water fell down. I shoved it back in the there and closed the 'frige, Kuroneko falling off the refrigerator in the process. Fucking vengeful appliance. I hung it back up and comtemplated suicide-- err-- to watch anime. I popped in Weiss Kreuz vol 1.... Didn't work. Then vol. 6... Didn't work. EVIL PS2. I popped in Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust... Didn't work... Popped it in again, it worked. Hurrah. I watched that, then took a nap.
I woke up just in time for Seinfeld, and decided to pull something outta the freezer to eat. I settled upon some shitty chicken-shit and popped it in the microwave, picking a number one to ten for the time, and almost suceeding to stab myself with a knife in the same hand. Not that it would matter, though it was the sharpest knife in the kitchen, it could barely pierce skin.... I think, maybe I'll see for myself-- or not. That shit sucked. I really gotta learn to cook. I cooked stir fry once with my friend. Yeah, we were tossing the bag back and forth and it exploded, so we picked it all up and ate it. That was pretty good shit.
Seinfeld was over, and I was flipping through the guide and saw Mr. Bean on there. Kick ass. Moreover, it was probably the best episode: Mr. Bean in Room 426. He ends up running about the hotel naked. He always ends up naked. That kinky bitch. Then the cartoon came on, it's kinda creepy, but it proved to me that crazy British pantomimes can solve crime.
Then that was over and I switched to what was on the guide as 'Monty Python/Life' so I figure, ah, Life of Brian... Tricky bastards, it was Meaning of Life... Damn that fatass puking guy. And the Grim Reaper. And the hospitial administrator. Damn him too. I draw a pretty picture too and ate pizza during the movie.
Then I got my fatass online and began to waste my time very similarly to that which you are right now, as you've read this far. Jesus, don't you have anything better to do? Ah well, I wrote it... And no, I don't have anything better to do.
Yep, that's pretty much my day. I got pizza sauce of my pants too.
So, you can thank or blame Kath for this monstrosity. And with that, I bid you adieu.
[ Edit: God damn, Kath's day looks so much longer than mine... ]
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