January 25, 2011

oatmeal on the menu (for becky)

dear things get easier when you move the laptop,

im gettin smart in my old age. it would appear. its much easier when i have company on both sides of me to type when we all have more room. the bed. this is what i want now. for a minute anyway. then next i want fajitas. boy do i ever. i haven't wanted them as badly as i do for a long while. im frayed. and i just had them on sunday. oink oink. im mad about fajitas, but i dont eat the tortillas. they are food of the anti-christ. all judgements aside, the filling that one is to put in the soft tortilla shells are food meant for the Gods. the last thing i hope to consume in my life- would be fajitas- or the chicken sandwich with pineapple at red robin. thank goodness my house is clean again. i love shitting out fajitas in a clean toilet. becky needs a bath. her skin is so dry. ima soak her in oatmeal later- after dinner.