Sunday, November 8, 2009

bibuy

One good thing and one bad thing happened today. Saw my parents for an early father's day dinner, which was actually quite awesome. I didn't bring my dad a present, just told him that he should be aware that every day is father's day when you've got a kid like me. And then I made him laugh until he folded over and tears gushed down his cheeks, which was pretty nice. He doesn't laugh a lot anymore. It was like a chained corpse on the bottom of a lake coming free and blorping up to the surface. Except, not disgusting or rotting or dead. Or smelly. Well, not THAT smelly. He doesn't brush his teeth enough though, that much is true.

Bad thing: the only person I actually gave a shit about outside my family, got busted for drug smuggling. Not that I saw her more than once a year at most anyway, but she's not the kind of person who can handle that kind of sentence so I'm pretty worried about her.

Other than that, I've come to the conclusion that I've got nothing important to say, and even if I did it's not like anyone would give a shit about it anyway, so I'm gonna stop blogging. For now, atleast.

So.

This is StigmataHandjob, W564502460H, executive officer, last survivor of the commercial starship Nostromo signing off. Fuck you and goodnight.

2 comments:

Daniel said...

I reently learnt that when you're without internet for 2 weeks, you quickley become interested in tapestry and footwear. You also gain the ability to be amused by what other people tell you about their day.

I never new this was possible.

Daniel said...

You are also permanently miserabel.