A few new twists in my little life...
Gettin' shit clean.
That's good.
Not so good.
Daisy, the yappy fucknoodle is gone. Usually, she gets out with another mutt, named Jessie. The last time they got out, I went out there and sealed up the escape hatch.
I thought.
Jessie is (and the other two 'tards are) still out there, but Daisy?
Not a clue. Meanwhile, Chyna does have her kittens, all SIX of them, in here, in the house, so I can really quit worrying about that, thank Gawd...
(For those of you trying to keep count or in some kinda sick "How many goddamned cats will Stevie have by her birthday" betting pool... this makes 10 kittens in about 4 or 5 days. And, nooooo... I don't need any recipes, thanks... *giggle*) Made a half a ton of chili for dinner. I always make too much, but this time I scared me. I went beyond my usual either one huge pot, or two semi-large pots, to THREE semi-large pots. Eric's gonna be shittin' chili from this batch in 2006, I'll bet.
Either that, or everybody who works here is gonna get some.
CHILI, I mean... (Which reminds me... that's another thing the shit in my Mt. Dew does... increases your sex drive... allegedly.) See, the other day at work I was readin' my can of Diet Mt. Dew and it has this shit in it called Phenylalanine. I've been saying for weeks that this shit is like jet feul to me and sure enough... this Phenylalanine can help with pain, depression... crap like that.
So, it hittin' me like liquid meth is probably within the realm of reason, I'd say. Whatever's doin' it, I like it, I like it.
And...
I am losing weight.
Not as fast as I did with Ephedra, but I don't care. Drink enough of this shit and I can see where I'd not care about anything.... lol. Ah well... back to the grind.
I really have to get this done, this time.
There's gonna be some cow/computer dude in here tomorrow, trying to get this cow herd program up and running and I do NOT need anybody ELSE seeing this place like it is now... or was when Eric let the first cow/computer dude in here YESTERDAY, when even I didn't wanna come in here and hafta breathe... that dip.
He told me that he told the dude to excuse the house, but we'd both been sick recently...
I'm just certain the guy looked around and thought to himself, "Yeah, this'd make ME sick, too, man..." *rolls eyes* Just what I needed to hafta think about at work.
Some random dude seein' this messy shithole. Time to turn it back into a habitable environment, I do believeith. I'm workin' on it... I'm workin' on it.
*gets up muttering to self... "Been washing dishes for the last 6 hours and there's still a few left... gonna hafta use a scraper on that fuckin' linoleum or vinyl or whatever it is in that kitchen... vacuum's gonna try to commit suicide, too, it sees this shit waitin' for it... God? HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!...."*
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