God Emperor of parlor tricks

I thought I knew a zippo trick or two. Turns out two is exactly how many I know.


But this guy has had me burning my hands all afternoon. (embed is disabled for some reason)

between the frequent burning and repeated needle stabbings I got from mending my clothes (read: crudely sewing back together) I feel like I've been through the gom jabbar.



Now excuse me while I get wasted on spice.

We call it "BTiLC", Bitches.

Look, I've had to take some time off of this to donate some time to my new obsession. (see below)
We can't all be multi-taskers . . .
You can find out a little bit more about what I find far more interesting than this blog here.
As you can see, it doesn't take much.


funny how the looming prospect of a test makes me post here again. Must be some strange psychosomatic connection. Or procrastination . . . whichever.

Children of a Lesser Blog

I'm thinking of starting this up again.

Or starting a new blog all by my lonesome. But that sounds like way more work than I can handle.

And in case you're curious, yes, I realize I'm talking to myself right now.