since i heard a couple of you were checking car trunks for my body, i figured i better update my mother&$#@ing journal. im all good in my hood, ive just been way overloaded on the old stress meter lately. it just seems like if its not one damn thing its another with me. once i get these 50 things taken care of, then another 50 pop up in their place, sit on my chest, and give me noogies. goddamn. cant i ever just be in peace for like a week?
on a lighter note...the other day im trying to do some dishes in the sink and im using a bottle of dish soap that ive had upside down to drain the last little bit to the nozzle. well i cant for the life of me get the nozzle open, its like welded shut or something. so i ran it under hot water to get most of the excess off of the outside, and then i (brilliantly) put the nozzle between my teeth and yanked as hard as i could. i really should have thought this plan through a little more. the nozzle came open alright, and all the dish soap inside shot right into my mouth like it was comin out of a gun. that tasted bad. and not at all like you'd expect it to either. it was really sour and nasty and i couldnt get the taste out of my mouth no matter what the fuck i did.
the moral of this story is, dont be a dumbass, cause it might not always just be dish soap.
peace, y'all.
on a lighter note...the other day im trying to do some dishes in the sink and im using a bottle of dish soap that ive had upside down to drain the last little bit to the nozzle. well i cant for the life of me get the nozzle open, its like welded shut or something. so i ran it under hot water to get most of the excess off of the outside, and then i (brilliantly) put the nozzle between my teeth and yanked as hard as i could. i really should have thought this plan through a little more. the nozzle came open alright, and all the dish soap inside shot right into my mouth like it was comin out of a gun. that tasted bad. and not at all like you'd expect it to either. it was really sour and nasty and i couldnt get the taste out of my mouth no matter what the fuck i did.
the moral of this story is, dont be a dumbass, cause it might not always just be dish soap.
peace, y'all.
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Sundays are usually pretty lazy so working is not so so bad. I would have rather slept all day though. ZZ....
i think napping could be considered an art form, maybe even a career.