little dipper

I'm pretty sure someone out there now knows what my intestines taste like.
(And no, I didn't sign any organ donation cards or get accosted by black market organ dealers. Which only leaves... Use your imaginations.)
One more thing to cross off my "to-do-before-I-die" list. Yesssss.

What-a-day. So busy at work for 8 hours straight, then illin' with the Rents who have a crush on my Serbian friend, and then Port Credit.

Wow.
Less then a week before I officially come face to face with fate - that sexy-eyed monster. That fate... that fate with the sexy eyes... BAHAHAHA.

Phwoar.

The best part is: no one, and I mean NO ONE knows what I'm talking about. Not even me!