who's picking up the fooseball tables?

getting paid tons of overtime on canada day to drive around in a truck is ok by me.
i got home from work at 2am.
woke up at about 11. had breakfast and such. went over to iris's, we went to the ledge, walked alllllllllll the way up to downtown, and had suuuuuushi.

i really like vegetables that are bbq'd. my mom does that a lot with peppers and onions. fucking taaaaaaaaaaaasty!

i saw an ad for glade ultra today.
it was a woman saying how wonderful it was to have a compact smell in a spray can.
it's so compact you can even hide it in your purse for when you need it!
ok, look.
when you take a shit at a restaurant, im pretty sure that if you leave one that smells THAT bad, and you so obviously cover it up then people will know that your ass stinks like high fucking heaven anyway. seriously, if you cover up one overpowering scent with another, dont you think that sort of gives away the fact? i mean, id think if a chick walked in after another chick sprayed that she'd be thinking "oh my, that other woman needs to cover up her smell cause she stinks THAT BAD!"

hahahahah ooooooooooh needless cosmetics. such a boon to the economy.

im halfway through season 1 of the x-files. downloading season 2 right now. what an exciting life i lead hey?

also...if anyone else wants to leave cookie recipes...then take your cue from rica and gimme gimme gimme!

who's picking up the fooseball tables?