A Seal made of Cheese from Outer Space

I’m bored out of my itty bitty brain, and I don’t know what to do.

Was hoping Jake would come back online after watching a movie, but iuo, might be too late for him now (midnight)

The smell of new dishwashing gloves, and laundry powder stuff, that smell is forming a cloud around my head and its making it hard to concentrate. Stupid smells that give me headaches.

I’m bored! I have option of folding clothes or vacuuming. That’s pretty much it. That and sleeping. Oh how I love sleep. My head is telling me to sleep. But I’m not allowed to. I have to fold clothes. And find my sneaky bag for the stuff. I know what the stuff is. My brain has word-died. It’s the smells I tell you! THEY ARE EVIL!

All smells should be banned. Or my sense of smell should not exist. But its related to taste, and I like taste of stuff, so … can I have my sense of smell revoked whilst still keeping my sense of taste? Mmm I want kfc. No I don’t, that shit is bad! Gross! Bad!

Ramble ramble ramble. This entree is pointless.

My water bottle is the most disgusting thing ever. I was cleaning it the other day and the bit inside that I could reach with my finger, it had this thick layer of gross on it. So now I can see the rest of it as gross and the top as not so gross. It’s going in the bin asap. But for now it shall balance on the stapler next to me.

I just scratched my eye and it hurt. I shouldn’t do things that hurt. They hurt. Funny that.

Someone come pack up my stuff for me? Please? Bring a permanent marker, I have many many burnt cds with no nothing written on them and I need to have a way to differentiate them. Ohh.. that reminds me of something else I need to do… crazy CDs needing labels…