so balls to yesterday, last night and this morning and possibly a few days before that.

but i did win A game of cricket last night.



apparently that weird coming-down feeling from the last few days means that i'm going to turn into a super touchy mega-bitch and then blog about it and then have a thousand anxiety attacks and then get ready for work three times and then sleep for most of a day and then act like a crazy old woman and make soup and jambalaya and smoothies while watching the republican candidates debate brought to you by cnn and youtube.

youtube? honestly? wow...

also, senator john mccain lost my potential vote because he doesn't believe that jack bauer is real.

but afterwards i found some oldschool live bob dylan shit from the 1963-66 folk festivals in that town that the kid without parents from the oc was from... p-something? i don't know. but it was basically badass. that's the only way to do soup.



is this enough soup for everyone? no? just me? fine.



mx does a mad car-drumming impression of me. if you can't see it, you can just shutup and listen and not give me any sass about it.



also, mengtars don't sing. don't hate.





someone else should please tell me that this picture is funny.



also, what is the name of that song from the cruel intentions soundtrack? it was kind of a hit and had violins... something. i don't know.

i bought bell peppers for the first time ever. it was actually a good idea. also, bell peppers look like cartoons.









i would show you the finished product, but it was inhaled immediately afterwards by a very hungry mengtar and kx.

we had to leave jupiter for denny's before dan got off work. it was alright.



and to whomever said that my blog reads similar to slaughterhouse-five, i see the parallels, but vonnegut >>>> mengtar. ((thanks, though))