Countless Times Countless

Still equals to countless, even if you try it countless of times. The significance of this is that I blogged about it although its such a insignificant fact. Your random act of randomness can betray you.  stupid opening paragraph

"Ah, the great outdoors"

I could just quote a dryad Wait, not a dryad, every dryad that spawned in Warcraft 3. I just don't feel like leaving home. Its too precious, too comfortable, too welcoming, too home-ish thing. But when I do leave home, yeah, fresh air, beautiful scenery. I'm an old fart, admiring scenery. This air is meant to be breathed.

Boobtards on my cbox. Get out! *RANTS FRANTICALLY* 

I lost all my readers I guess, if I had any to begin with. The blogging world is getting slower, or at least, among my friends. Time is short, thyme is shorter.

Ran out of dog food, looks like Fluffy is eating sausages tmr. He'll pray I keep running out of dog food. I'll make more sausages for myself. Yum. Meat is great. Incoming shoutout.

PORK!!!

I warned ya!

"What am I to you, tell me darling true.

 To me you are the sea, as vast as you can be

 In deep the shade of blue."