Dated: This Morning

A ghastly reflection greets me in the mirror; two gaping holes replacing my upper limbs metaphorically cries and protests the inutility of my writing capacity. Have I been condensed to just another victim succumbing to the efficient luxury of facepoke, marching single-file down the path of laziness click click pasting photocommentary, vocabulary consisting of 3-4 letter acronyms? Albeit knowing this was all trickery of somnia, I was too fatigued to lift the heavy weight of my eyelids, but too anxious to return to a peaceful slumber. I whimper in anguish, trapped in this purgatory. Was it something I ate last night? Pity that my creativity only flows in the wee hours of morning, far prior to an hour which I can commit myself to awakening. A symphony that has never graced my ears pounds through my head, undulating down its torturous path, rich in texture and triumphant bravado. I bask in smug self-satisfaction, delighted that I have made my own soundtrack. However, consciousness abruptly robs me of my nocturnal talents and morning light’s humility reminds me, once again, of the pitiful reality that is life.

Funny how consuming some bonbons alters your mind.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am announcing that I will, once again, be blogging! However, locking myself in my house has prevented the development of any sly observations of human-kind. Perhaps by next week.

Also, just doing some advertising for the travel blog that Paulina and I will be puking out come July! A HOY HOY! Tootles and miss you all.

giant german bunnies

bred by karl szmolinsky (crazy polack, i'm sure =p) 

will be sold to kim jong il to alleviate starvation in north korea. 

i'm not joking!  look at the article here.

I WANT ONE!!!  They're only 250 euros =p

 jason has in fact worn my underwear before.

i am eating korean clay pot ramyun not out of a clay pot, but rather, a plastic bag in andrea's honour.