Does coffee give you gas? Or is it just that time when I have to poo in the morning? Who knows. I don’t put milk in my coffee anymore, so I know it’s not the lactose thing. Chill out, there, Sparky. I still like my coffee all creamy, but I use soy creamer now. There’s nothing worse than the stench of rotten milk. Except baby shit…that’s not my favorite smell in the world. Ooohh…and the smell of that hellspawn animal under our house. It may be a possum. Don’t ask me to look though.

I medicated myself to sleep last night. Hard drugs…you know…
*whispering*
Benadryl…. shhh….

Seriously, an hour after I take that stuff I’m sleeeeeeping like a leetle bambino. I’ve needed it. I’m “diamond in the ass” wound up. Meaning? Jam a peice of coal up my colon and … PRESTOCHANGO! Shazzam! Diamond in less than 10 seconds.

Wait. Maybe that’s why I have gas. Diamonds!

I don’t know where I’m going with this.

Obama won NC. Wh00t!

  • Fucking, only in Florida. Teacher gets in trouble for wizardry. Jeezus.
  • Tooth check. Make ‘em better naturally. I heart black tea.
  • Easy targets - fishermen (maybe) shoot sea lions at dam. This is a local issue to Portland, and the upper NW, but I think it resonates. Regardless of your beliefs, killing an animal in a trap is just fucking stupid. Unless you are into that whole “sport” hunting thing like Cheney. I understand that people are frustrated by the lack of salmon, and that these creatures are eating them up, but people dammed up the rivers. Want to blame someone, look in the mirror.
  • Lifehacker tips for blogging. I need to use these more often.
  • Big booty = less chance of diabetes! W0000 h000! I knew having a fat ass would do some some good someday.
  • I’m all giddy for Batman, but Two-face looks fucked up. Hmm.

It’s a touch early, but D and I renewed our lease verbally yesterday with the landlady. She wanted to make sure we wanted to stay in the place. It’s damn hard to find rental properties here in Portland, damn hard. And although the house is far from perfect, it’s still our place, and it can only be as good as we make it. So, the gardening will begin shortly and maybe I’ll even fix the tiles on the porch (the enntire front porch is tiled). I can’t believe I graduated from Rollins almost a year ago, and I’m through my first year as a master’s student. Time sure does fly. There still aren’t any solid plans to return to the flaccid penis state…except maybe in November to surprise his Momma for her birthday. That’s WAY up in the air right now. We’ll see….

I’m off to meetings in Battle Ground. Remind me to tell you about the hawks and the highway.