Dust out, fresher dust in

[8:31:31 PM] fichee says: psh, whatever
[8:31:43 PM] miu says: psh?
[8:31:50 PM] miu says: what does it mean
[8:32:10 PM] fichee says: i dunno, its a noise, like a tire with a hole in it, means "whatever". From the Fresh Prince.

Hah. Non-native English speaking girlies..

Still rather off the time schedule, it's starting to fuck up my eating as well, two oddly timed meals a day has become the norm. Whatever, I need to lose some weight anyway. I rearranged the room today, finally unpacking, or what I guess could be called unpacking. I was noticing that I kept having the weirdest thoughts when I lay down with that lumpy piece of shit excuse for a bed, but a lot of genius revelations as well, so I moved my desk over here in hopes I can use that to my advantage. However, not everything that comes to me over on this side of the room is true, because I refuse to let it be so. Case in point, my lesbian wife. More on that later. Also, I really need to get one of those trendy excer-balls to sit on, a wrong-height kitchen chair is hardly the proper sitting solution, and even worse it's wreaking havoc with my poor spine.

I keep finding these odd inspirations to write about, but sitting in front of the computer, I lose all desire to put it down. For example, the following topics, you will never know the profound insights of any of these. Russian Winnie-the-Pooh, who looked like a panda bear dunked in faeces with Piglet shrieking every sentence he uttered, a magical elixir that I found that will turn you into Björk, that horrible smell emanating from the fridge in the other room (that is currently drying out after I ripped that fucker a new one in my cleaning spree), the crackhead who just WILL NOT take a hint, and high-larious product names here/engrish in general. Anyway, I'm off to finish my tidying and then get to bed to rest up, I have a big grocery store adventure tomorrow morning, and hopefully some wall removal after that.