baby, i can bend it.

chicka chicka wow wow pricka kickow.

twice.

on fire.

ON ICE!!!

down with the sickness.

i'm not feeling so good.
i'm cold. very cold. it's summer, i'm wearing a jumper, and my nipples are hard.
this is a bad time. tomorrow was meant to be a fun day.
why do use-by dates still mean nothing to me?

and i just discovered my fly was undone.

aftermath.

well, turns out it was broken.

possible late-night flavoured ice consumption.

i'm gonna go check whether or not i broke the "mr. slurpy" machine today, and if i didn't, i'm gonna make me a "mr. slurpy".

then i'm gonna eat it.

the world's address (joshua fried remix) sucks.

i can suddenly smell peanut m&m's, which is weird, seeing as they were all eaten a few days ago.
it's making me hungry, even though i recently ate a whole pizza, and i've almost downed two litres of cordial.

i would reference some things now, but you wouldn't care or understand.
so i'll just keep them in my head.
instead, i reckon i'll actually post the link to this somewhere, so maybe someone will read it. i'm not gonna pretend i have an audience. that is so 2001.

DANCE.

yum.

i just ate breakfast. 'twas good. mmm, aldi cereal.
now my teeth hurt, and i need to shave. i sure hope those two facts are unrelated.