Random Wednesday

I floss with supermarket carry bags, if that is all that is available, I don't have too many pretensions.

I walk around with my shoe laces undone. I like to live dangerously.

I think I should buy a treadmill before I buy a car, my expanding, nicotine deprived, waistline is telling me so.

Pluto always was a Mickey Mouse planet.

I deny the fact that my last casual fuck calling me an accountant put me off casual sex.

Life's only rule, Don't cheat. It's the only thing that means anything.

I like the smell of my own farts.

Britney spits out another trailer-puppy. Actually, she had a cesarean, so it was more like having something removed. There's another drug habit just waiting to mature. What do you think the chances of Sean Preston & pup 2 having their parents together on their eighteenth birthdays?

I've decided to do my bit for the environment and not buy a car, for now anyway. I don't really need one, I'll see how I go. If I spent 30K on a WRX mostly it would just sit out the back and gather leaves.

Tim tells me that his drug dealer has retired... @ 35. Bugger! Just when I decided that a part of my weight loss strategy would be to pop a couple of pills - okay, 3 - and dance Friday night away. I'm now officially drug dealerlers. Any contacts would be greatly appreciated.

I like watching straight porn. I like watching straight couples doing it. Is that peculiar?

Arachibupyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth.

Johnny Dep has a fear of clowns, coulrophobia, which reminds me, I have a half finished script about a cynical, kid-hating clown. Must dig it out.

In Melbourne, breast reduction is more popular than breast enhancement.

My heart goes out to Anna-Nicole Smith on the death of her son Daniel.

It was my beloved great aunt's birthday today. I loved the way she'd laugh heartily at her own, wicked jokes, often unable to get the punchline out for tears. Happy birthday auntie, I still miss you.

Every year I live, my family shrinks a little bit more.