My alarm clock is called the "Dream Machine" (it's really called that, I didn't give it a nickname).

What the fuck ever, that shit wakes me up, it doesn't produce dreams for me. Fuck you Sony.

Jon, your cat is TERRIFIED of balloons.

It's pretty funny.

Yaaay I get my kitten on Monday!

Since I am on vacation and "have nothing better to do", my mother keeps having me make the cookies she gives to people as presents ( Read more... )

RIP Noriyuki "Pat" Morita.

...ok, seriously, that Aphex Twin thing with Rubber Johnny scares the shit out of me.

Seriously.

I'm looking at a picture of a cute little bear cub to calm myself down.

EDIT: Woah, I had no idea that ligers actually exist. Crazy.

Alright, Mitch, I called you and you weren't home. So that means you don't get the cookies.

Note to Self: Call Gee and Mitch on Friday when back from Montreal/Burlington.

Applesauce and Vicodin, both my friend.

Wisdom teeth? Ha, yeah, like I need those.

Last night I dreamt that I was Samus.

I think I've officially been playing too much Metroid.