Sunday, January 23, 2011

Every Day is Like This Day

Rather typical Sunday. Richard's hanging posters or whatever. The library closes early so I have nowhere to go and not much to do, except laundry.


VEE. said...

While you have nothing to do doesn't the bathroom need a good scrub - also the loo, and when you have finished start on the windows, when you have completed these chores you may be excused dieting for the rest of the day.

Essssss said...

Write whatever the fuck you want, old man. I comfort myself with the thought that you will be dead soon. If your liver doesn't get you, age will. Toodledoo and ta-ta and cheerio. Wouldn't be surprised if the Grim Reaper sends you back, though. Even he couldn't put up with your retarded ass.