
+Ho (Russian "H"), boy I'm a tired feller. Yeah, that picture is a bunch of cut up orange pieces.
A waste of a delicious fruit? I say not.
You know, some day I just really want to say "Somebody once asked me..." to start of a story. Too bad nobody ever asks me anything, huh? I lay in my house, and.... wait what am I saying. I sit in my house. I lay in my bed. That's not true either. I sleep in my bed. I don't lay anywhere, MEN DON'T LAY. Well actually I should say young men don't lay. My dad lays or "naps" all the time. I'm wearing a tuque, a goose wearin' a tuque? Goose in Tuque. Cat in Hat, Goose in Tuque. Nah. I need band name ideas everybody.
God damn, these people keep calling to try to sell me stuff. The first thing they ask me is if I'm the man of the house hold, I'm trying to convince that I'm dead seriously going to get a sex change. They're really persistent. In the past hour, I've had to get up 4 times during my GOD DAMN C(all)O(f)D(uty) GAME to answer their shit. Can someone tell me how to block numbers?
GAH.
Ok, I'm going to google how.
OH MY GOD, They're SERIOUSLY calling again.
Nico
PS. That orange was dry as the Atacama Desert. Yeah I just googled "What's the driest place on earth". Thank you Google.