Completely out there...

I'm so fucking tired at the moment, and yet I'm still sitting here wondering where I'm getting the energy to type such bullshit. Tonight in a nutshell.

• met Jami at Jupiter House.
• goofed around on the net, and showed Jami the failure/google trick. I do agree with google, when they say Dubya's a failure...
• Made fun of our internet obsessions/fandoms.
  
• dinner at Jack in the Box.
• spilled DP all over Jami's lap.
• laughed hysterically.
  
• talked about Clifton. Like seriously. We're obsessed. No that would be me.
• looked through a random playboy.
• came home, can't sleep.

So yep. I still can't believe Mr. Croc Hunter himself was pwned by a stingray. Of all the ways to go. He must of pissed off someone, to go in such a way. And they wonder why I don't get into larger bodies of water? Cause frankly I don't feel like getting pwned by anything that could shove something through my chest. I like being with the living too much. I can deal with pools, because I know my surroundings. When you're in the ocean or lake, anything at anytime can come up and take a nibble of whatever they please, and frankly I'll pass. Does it ever occur to anyone that when in some form of body of water, we are in their territory? And they can take you out whenever they fucking please, because well, it's theirs. Once again, I'll pass. Not my idea of fun. I'll keep my body parts, thank you.

So, now that I've got that out. Something that really creeps me out. Birds. Nuff said.

I'm really up for some yogurt at the moment, and I think I'll actually be able to sleep, and get up to watch that shitty soap I watch. Then I might just go back to sleep, cause that's how I roll.

Hope your day is absolutely glorious....