Hello and how-do-you-do, dear journal.
Ren-fest is back again.. I’m sort of burned out on ’em. If Doug isn’t performing there, no t going to happen. Not really worth the $18 for the mud show, ren-fairies and a chance to get soup in a bread bowl.
What happened? I used to really dig ’em. Hm, come to think of it, I haven’t had Sugar Smacks…or whatever they’re called now, since sugar is such a bad, bad word. I don’t know why they changed it from Honey Smacks to just ol’ Smacks. MM.. I want a big bowl of SMACKS. Sounds like someone wants a punch in the nose, or three, not a tasty breakfast.
Bro called, and I’m still not sure why. he talked about starting his own church so he wouldn’t have to pay taxes… I explained to him that it didn’t quite work that way, and how much effort was involved in doing it legitimately. Who knows, though? Maybe a little morality will splash off on him in the process.
I’m not sure what term I like best for where I live. Sanctum? Den? Lair? Nest?
A survey by Keebler shows that 61% of men prefer pretzels shaped like circles, while 63% of women prefer pretzel rods.
Moment of Lyric –
and i know you know
you touched my life
when you touched my heavy heart
and made it light
Most of Saturday was spent sleeping… The only fresh air I got was a trip to the grocery store.