sauerkraut and vaggie dogs

a new love: sauerkraut.

brother was frying up some vaggie dogs and altho they tempted me like a pretty slut in church,

i was all like: ass_fucker, i can't, omigawwwwwwwwwdddddddddd ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i can have a fucking northendfriedveggiedawg.

yeah, this was easily two a.m.

i do this a lot. i bet the girls downstairs are all over it.

blake deemed it the best reaction ever. i tend to outdo myself in these states. you see, i so love veggie dogs and i hadn't been able to do more than salivate over them for three months and so i was all like oh yeah, mama needs a soydog so i wrangled two of the tiny ones up for myself, fried in leftover leftover mich-ling canola oil and did it riggggght up with sauerkraut and ketchup. can i hear a.... fuck yeah?! (fuck yeah.)

anyway, those v-dogs were just the thing and

a night of potential slackerdom did breed staler laundry, but also manifested extreme happenings.
i stayed up til 6:30 a.m. and had to threaten myself to make myself sleep.

editting files. making notes. laughing.
stay tuned to potentially see me do something.
no details.

christFUCK i'm exhausted.

at work i was so jazzed i felt the need to be stapled to the walls.

ritalin (or learning factors) or tranqs or choroform or a sharp blow to the head would've been a fitting prescription.

coffee (or yerba mate) might've given me a heart attack.

whatever the case, i had none and almost pissed my sagging pants all day until the cool evening's breath welcomed me to reality. lucky for my audience i'd come down a coupla notches.

never enough notches.

has someone written a textbook about being more awesome?

i should look into it.