Cuz I'm a killa killa...

Well, I'm back home. I'm bleeping tired but...

I bleeping blog for all my bleeps out there from the house!

(I hate the word peeps. Ok. This is sounding too much like one of those addicted druggie people phrases. *turns the druggie speech knob down a few notches, since he's doesn't deserve to speak it (I'm against drugs)*)

Cats are so cute. I'll admit it. They're just cute. Bug and Boo (my two cats, brother and sister) like to sit in my lap and clean themselves, sleep, or watch the mouse pointer on the screen with a glint of predatory instinct in their eye. Keyboards and cats just don't mix, though. But that's not a problem when they hang out on top of the monitor, attacking the pointer with their claws...

Purr, Kitty, Purr!

I forgot to mention that I had haiku day yesterday. I was training myself so I could speak it as a normal sentence (and come up with it on the fly). I'm very sure it's quite possible to do (I came close), but I had to stop when my coworkers replied with haiku's like
stop the pain Darrel
these haikus drive me nuts
I want to kill you

I responded with the crazy lady scream (with the yip! yip!) in haiku form (don't know the crazy lady? that's too bad. She's someone who was tortured by the cart hawk when it made a beeping (yip) noise. But that's all you'll ever know (wait did I already blog about her? I don't remember))

Sweetly purrs the kitty

So much happens that can't be written here. I try to put the most important things up, but I find I don't have time. Ever since November, I have felt like I've been living in a dream. It's too bad there's too much to remember (or is there?).

Kitty attack! Yow!

I've now found a third dish that meets my criteria of cheap, and good (and i'm not sick of): biscuits (premade by poppinfresh himself (Pillsbury doughboy)) with chili with roma tomatoes and baby onions (or green onions. I LOVE green onions/baby onions). OH man... this was a good dish. Cost only 3 bucks. (not as cheap as, say a kaiser roll (20 cents) with turkey (38 cents) with mayonnaise (free), ketchup (free), mustard (free), pepper (free. Pepper is probably the best seasoning... ever), and chips (88 cents a bag. A BIG bag for many sandwiches (I wonder how many sandwiches a bag of chips can make))

Ah, cats...

This saturday night I am bowling for kids sake! I have to get pledges for this, but It's going to be AWESOME! My whole team is dressing up. I'll give a little tidbit about the costumes, but you all will have to come visit to see... You can take a guess from the stuff, but...
me and evan will be wearing a white shirt and black pants. We will both wear bowties. Can't figure out what we're gonna be yet? Neither do we. My boss is making the plan, and she's a crazy wild person (She's hot, too. But don't tell her I said that. My boss has the coolest personality, combined with really good looks). She made me try on the bowtie, and ordered me to wear white shirt/black pants. We'll see...
She said this is going to be really awesome. I'm already really excited about this (heheh).

Yeah! Come visit me that night! Everyone! Everyone!

Tomorrow (today?), me and Meghanraye are having breakfast, followed by surfing. Evan will be joining us for catching waves. Paul is too busy to come, but he'll get his. BWAHAHAHA! (after school we shall SURF)

Now to the dark news... (necessary, i'm afraid)

Tim may be moving out VERY soon (even after we obtain this 5 bedroom house). It seems like he has been coming home stoned every night, and my dad finds drugs intolerable (especially after kicking my sister out of the house not long ago. The pains of drug abuse still linger in my dad's head head). We even found a drawing of him with a needle in his arm and the text "The best pleasure in the world..." (which is not as stupid as the photos my sister took while she was smoking crack). Tim's dad warned us that (Tim) is a drug addict....

I told him about my dad's intoleration of drugs, but he didn't listen. Now he will suffer.
My dad is crazy nazi-like when it comes to dealing with things. He makes wild accusations that don't fly (remember when he accused you of being a drug dealer during the Sarah era, Erin?), but he sticks to them. He oversteps his authority, destroying things that he needn't destroy.

My dad can be really naive and stupid sometimes. But, that's what I have to deal with. Just step up to the plate, try your best, and don't ask anything of him and he won't hurt you.

Anyways, surf's up!

I like to eat ketchup, but I don't like to play "ketchup"-Ray
D.