So I managed to catch a cold. I blame the horribley old and hairy black piece of bread I found the other day. A real hive of bacteria there. Everything is blurry and dazed, my reflexes are numb, and the left side of my face is useless due to sinus problems. Oh, school will be fun tomorrow.
Hey, my nose is dripping mucus all over the keybafmnkpbjzpdbzfpb;;;;;;
Oblivion, it is my understanding that the Sears Tower still stands. However, I could be wrong, as a woman just came screaming into my building because there was a live raccoon in the dumpster. Upon checking, I discovered that there was, indeed, a live raccoon in the dumpster. I have just added rabies to the list of STDs I have gotten from creatures smaller than myself.
In Quebec they’re doing a thing were you take a book you like and leave it somewhere for someone to find and make their day (and life) better. Now, this is pretty cool and generous and nice but, hm, WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH 9-11/PAUL HEYMAN’S BIRTHDAY PARTY?
SHUT UP YOU FOREIGN MOTHER FUCKER IT’S 9/11 TODAY AND EVERY DAY AND THAT MEANS THAT WE’RE ALL AMERICANS UNLESS YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE MUSLIMISTS WHO JACKS OFF TO PICTURES OF OSAMA AND SADDAM AND ENJOYS COMMUNISM AND BLOWING UP PUPPIES.