Living's mostly wasting time and I waste my share of mine

Talked to the sister today. She informs me that her kitty-puss Steve is retarded and has forgot how to learn. She also does a very good cat imitation. It's kind of creepy actually. I am lead to believe that her mogwogs are as big as my doggums. That's a very big puttems tat. I'm looking forward to meeting them. But not hearing the Jeff and Steve 6am variety hour that she was telling me about. That doesn't sound like fun.

I've got a basic plan for my holiday to the exotic locales of the Rust Belt. Just not sure if it's Steel or Rubber city first. Either way. It'll be a thing to do. And it won't be in Nashville, so it's like vacation.
I should be doing more serious work trying to find a job. That's tomorrow's at work fill the hours thing. There's a new episode of House on tomorrow. And there will be Mexican take away (or Pizza) and beer and much rejoicing. Except the Ham kiss. There is no way I'm going to like that. Unless I close my eyes and pretend it's me. Oh Hugh...you are so sexy-wexy. Please to not be making out with the skinny bitches.

Finished that story I'd been working on for a month. It's not that long. It's not what I wanted to write-but I got it out. Now to start on the story for the fic challenge due at the end of the month. My prompt is "velocity." I have a couple of ideas for that-but what a prompt. It's good to have hobbies. Some people play Boggle or jog. I write stories.

My vacuum cleaner is the best thing since cheese and tommy-toe toasties. Mik's jealous of my purchase. We are made of awesome. I'm considerably more poor now but that's nothing new. My carpet looks great.

Nothing to complain about today. Very eh, kind of thing. I'd say I'm in okay shape. Not interested in much. Still easy to annoy but I gues I'm doing alright.