This weather is some kind of schizofrenik bitch! No wonder I am so close to getting sick. I mean, what the fuck?

On less interesting topics, my life as I know it is just some kind of moronic illusion feed by the lack of certain elements that, when I was younger, had. If I were to quote Freud, and I'm not, all is my mothers fault. Sure, blame the poor woman for not doing her job in the right way, but is really her fault?

Besides, my whole family is at fault too. And even my not so humble person is responsible for several mistakes (being an economist the biggest), but is it too late to fix the path? Is it too late to undo the undoable? Is undoable even a world? I don't know and I don't fucking care. I just want a cigarrette, a cuban cigar, a pipe or just some tobacco on paper.

The last cigarrette I had a cigarrette was around the time Dice leave to the United Kingdom. If my calculations don't go wrong, that's almost 3 years now. And after all that time I still have the craving for tobacco.

Now, my family is at fault here because all fucking day they smoke on my face. So much for stop being a smoker, just went from active to pasive. Might as well start again.

HALF MY KINGDOM FOR CIGARS!

ps

My kingdom is just a box of muffins, chocolate muffins.

The tale about two rain drops and a snow flake...

This is not a story of how one rain drop falls in love with the snow flake thus breaking the friendship with the other rain drops that later on vows over his mother cloud tomb to bring furious retaliation to the other rain drop for dating the snow flake.

NO! This is just another random post about random things. The fact that I use a random title just means that I can't thing of catchy titles and thus I am force to do silly titles in a vain hope to bring some attention to this lone blog.

Then again, doing a blog is something that at first did with great joy and pleasure. It wasn't this blog, as my first blog was on another blog service and is now deleted due to boring and useless stuff. Much like this one, but only with daily updates.

The fact that blogging is just a digital form of "Dear Diary" for 99.95% of the bloggers out there means that if you are a voyeuristic bastard then you read blogs all day long. On the other hand, if you want info on something, surely there is a blog for you out there, and chances are that said blog is in your bookmarks list.

This is not a blog about my sad life, even if my post indicate that. I mean, if you could see something that resembles my life in any of my post then you are crazy. Because this is just what this blog is: not so crazy randomness. Simply because I am random.

I have not deep views about Nintendo's downfall as PapachaSama does, or deep critics about everything like Dice does or even pretty pictures as Elf does nor I have a countdown to any travels to Europe. This is just pure random stuff.

The thing is that I lack the discipline... eh no, I lack the will to update this thing. Is boring and I'm bored with this. I tried to blog about anime, it bored me to hell, besided there are too many anime blog, check blogsuki.com for a list of good anime blogs. I don't want to blog about my life and I won't blog about school or other boring stuff.

Now, back to the rain drops.

The snow flake was killed by the vengeful rain drop but with her last breath the snow flake revealed that she dated the other rain drop to make him jelous (or like jello, either way is fine). Upon hearing this the first rain drops goes bersek and kills the second rain drop. In it's fury then boils to dead an ant colony that was nearby before it dies of evaporation.

The second part tells how the ants organize themselves to form an army to fight the clouds. Of course the clouds fight back and secure the help of elm trees. The ants the get help from a cactus colony and the sakuras. The clouds also get help of volcanic rocks.

This is a full fledged war until the salmon of the pond nukes the cactus with water overdose and the clouds gets wasted by the wind nation.

The salmon and wind then enter in a low profile war to control the area. Meanwhile the sakuras are droping pink petals over all of them. All of gang rape the sakura to oblivion. The ants then burn everything killing the ecosystem.

All of this because the snow flake wanted to make jello out of a rain drop.

The lesson is: Women equals problems!

Now, I wonder is this last statement will make all the feminazis to make a cruzade to erradicate me. It's a complot!

So... that's all.

A long post about nothing and honey, but mustly honey...

So... bored... to... blog...

Or something like that. Welcome to the May edition of "Blog about useless things that are irrelevant!"

Irrelevant issue number one: The green car that I drive has a new set of tires. Sadly, getting four oversized pieces of rubber left me dry of my budget for the next month. Next budget stealing thing should be the brakes... If you get in my car, worry not for I had mastered the art of "stopping the car without almost no damage at all using other cars and other items normally found on the street"

Ok, on other news.

Time is slipping slowly and this so called Year of the Dog by those sagacious chinese people is supposed to be the year of justice. Well, I'm still waiting. Because you could never get enought of Holy Fury and Blazing Smithing upon my enemies.

Sad part about it is that karma bites, and I'm sure that my current karma balance is in the negative numbers. I don't know why but I almost sure of that. On the other hand I might as well be wrong with my math and might have an excess of karma. If that's the case, where's my holy retribution.

For the time being I had my aspirine in a close box near the road side only in case the devil's avocado decides is time to make guacamole with the witness. If that were to happen then the jury would have a party.

If the last paragraph made sense to you, See a therapist.

Yes, I am writing nothing but useless things, which is good to let the creative juices flowing. At least that's what the strange guy with the raincoat told me, and why he has nothing under it. Oh my gawd! But amusing as a flasher must be it has nothing to do with those guys that walk naked in the middle of the city for some unknown political reason.

Which, in my not so humble opinion is a better way to protest than to wield huge machetes that surely overcompesate something else. Good thing the naked guys don't use machetes to protest or they could cut off some important bits of flesh.


On other news, congratulations goes to Steph for her adution to an upcoming reality show. If she's in it I will surely watch just because. If she isn't, well, the judges may root in hell or something like that. But still, I have to hear her sing something.

More news in the front line. The coast is clear.

I'm bored to hell and I just typing as my mind wanders in other planes of existence. The fact that I have no idea of what I'm writing may be a proof of this. For this to have sense then I would neet to be druged and stonned. But sadly I do not indulge in such activities. Sadly the president back off the law that would allow me to have a kilo of peyote for personal use. Not that I would use peyote or anything like that, but I liked the alternative to have a kilo of peyote when the need arise. Now, when I need a kilo of peyote I could not use it becuase it would be illegal to do so. Stupid laws.

Sure, there are other options, like smoking the purple flowers that bloom on spring on this peje-forsaken city of ours. But I've been told that the side effects are not pleasant.

So, my sight are on indulging in caramels and stuff. Sugar can be as deadly as vodka or nicotine. The good parts of candy is that my death would be as sweet as a Pooh feasting on a lot of honey. A honey death. Death by Honey.
Murder by Bees. The Curse of the Golden Honey.
Honey and the Midnight Express. Indiana Honey in the Temple of Sweet. Honey and her Sisters.
The Honeyx, The Honeyx Reloaded, Honeyx Revolutions; featuring Pooh as Neo, Pidglet as Morpheus, Tigger as Trinity just because and Christofer Robin as Agent Smith.


Dice! A challenge for you! A spamfic about that! :D I know you can pull it off. If not, a sweet and sticky revenge shall fall upon thee in the form of honey bombs. Prepare to be a diabetic. hehehehehe!

I shall send bees to the home of my friends and foes to deliver honey or stings. Honey for my friends, stings to my foes.... a cup of coffee (without honey) to those in between.

I'm thing I'm loosing my mind because I already start making a list with two columns. Honey and stings. IF you are in neither, you get coffee, but I thing I should simplify the thign adding a third column with coffee in it. So I don't have to look in the other two columns for your name. But that would be useless since I know who should get honey, who should get a bee sting and who should get coffee.

Leaving the honey behind means that you left a sticky road.

If you are reading this and are in the zone of Georgia, US. HI.

Other than that. Let's face it. This post get boring several paragraphs ago. Should I care about it and stop writing? Hell NO!.

But you know, I tired of this, and I'm also hungry. Sadly, tires have little nutritional value and are rubberish and stuff.

Half my kingdom for a chocolate muffin! (with honey).