YERANUS

Looks like today is a great day for drinkin'.
Reasons why:
1. Blog Title
2. Celebrating Superstition
3. Friday
4. Free phone calls after midnight, if I can stay up that long.

I made some granola bars on Monday. They are delicious. I also made lots of granola crumbs on Monday. They now live in a former cookie jar with bits of chocolate stuck to the bottom. Every time I open this jar and see chocolate, all I can think of is mouse poo.

Yesterday, A mouse suicided itself in our kitchen. I don't know why they do it. It might have to do with the self loathing stemming from a natural absence of bladder control.

How else do I update my life in the internet. Tell me how. I can't remember how to make thoughts and experiences make internets. I can tell you that sometimes during very intimate moments I have flashbacks to repressed but not repressed memories. However, this needs direct stimulation in order to happen but it also distracts me from the physical and transports back to other times past. Perhaps you too, have experienced traveling across time and space.

I have a feeling my head is growing and or gaining weight because my ear hurts when I wake up. It hurts like it has been crushed. Sometimes I have fear of my earring digging tunnels into my brain and then pooling. When I was small, and had less teeth, one of them wanted to, but couldn't escape. So he bled, bled all over and made a pool. Shaped like a kidney. I like that we shape our swimming pools like our body parts that help pee happen. It only encourages a sort of sharing.

Danse

Friday was a day of celebration. Double F. February, Friday. It's also a cup size in this picture hidden by intense danse stylings.

The sun was doing sunshine so bright in my eyes this morning. It burned so good. Now it's gone and waters are here burdening my journey to the store. I'm conflicted. Torn between physical exercise and frugality. Do we really need anything? Not so much and besides I might be attacked by an angry gang of yobs fueled by drink. I'm safe in my glass hut and I drank some juice. I forgot about juice tasting good. Remember how poule knows about juice, well this poule forgot because water was tasting so good.

Sometimes I also forget about how to make telephones ring. But I always remember how they make their noises and that it doesn't make me want to pick it up. I've got a strange fear of our home phone making noise...It's almost always unpleasant.

Apart from communication fear, I'm doing reading lots of time. Reading of all things. I might get me some brain swell soon, although I try to introduce trashy reading so I don't have a breakdown. And pictures, soooo many images. I still have two eyes despite having dreams about body dismemberment.

Dreams. especially when I sleep. Last night I was sweaty and cold. Frozen droplets chaffing. It just sounds uncomfortable.

I need to encourage some deep thinking in yous. So I will say, "I was practically face amish. OMG"