Guess what?

Day 47

Grace calls me up
Grace: Guess what?
Me: You are secretly at galactic over lord sent to earth to destroy us but you hit your head upon landing and have forgotten all of this and now just really like pickles?
Grace: I wish...

FIRE ON MY ARMS!

Day 45

I am still sun burnt. It is still like fire. I watched TV till my eyes bled [got really sore] today. It was awesome. American Idol, while being rather amusing at times, mostly makes me want punch some one. Usually the contestant. In the kidney. Don't cry. You're dreams were never going to come true. You should have realized this long ago. You sound like a raccoon on heat or a pickle farting on a snare drum.

Today was also Valentines Day. I remembered when I got a text from Bex at early in morning o'clock. I cooked [it's a miracle] Matt dinner. Which equates to me asking him endless questions.
How do I turn on the oven? [I figured this one out myself]
How do I turn on the stove?
Where is the potato peeler?
Where is the potato masher?
Where are the chopping boards?
How do I know when the oven is hot enough?
and the list went on.. You can tell I don't cook often [ever]

BUT I can cook good so that is all that matters.

Pickles!!!!

Day 28

Its kind of early. So all you get is this pickle trying to fart on a snare drum.

Also am going away today, in less than 10 min actually so updates when I get back. BUT I promise to draw on the right days but no promises.