Preface: Last Friday our dear friend Blessica made Kimberoni and myself a mean meatloaf dinner at her apartment which involved a bit of wine with which to wash it down. I am rather fond of wine. Wine tastes very delicious and makes me thirsty for more wine. The wine made me say very stupid things (good stupid things), so I figured it would be a good idea to document these stupid things via a blog entry. Here's what came out. I sort of wish I would have kept writing...
There’s random pickles on the mouse and I don’t know where. But they’re somewhere.. I think over by the meatloaf and beans. It’s 9:47 and the eraser is erasing all things that shouldn’t be on the paper. This is indeed fascinating; the salt and pepper are fornicating but they aren’t making any sense – the joy of cooking is a fine one. There’s cookies in the oven but they aren’t burning, because Bono is watching them. Everything will be just fine, he says, because the cookies will be just perfect. We’re going to get ants if we don’t wipe the cookie dust off of the table. The real problem is with Sharpies – they smell funny if you use them too much.
Well, the bell just rang, so the cookies are done. I don’t know how I feel about that truck, but as long as it doesn’t run me over it should be cool.
