Adventures in Noodle Making

There are somethings in life that are particularly difficult to mess up. Making noodles is one of them. It's not so much that they turned out wrong, persay, but perhaps in a bit more excess than required.

I use "bit" in all looseness of the term. Heh.

Behold a masterpiece, "Vat of Glorified Noodles":



...At least it provided a good half hour of all around snickers and jeers from Bastardly Parental Units. Not gonna lie, it was thoroughly deserved. *evil grin*

Let The Clocks Fucking Melt....Dammit!

It's 4:47 in the morning.

Most people would be sleeping, crashing after a night of partying, or perchance getting themselves ready for work (foul memories of working at McDonalds, there).

What am I doing?

Sitting in front of the pale glow of a computer screen, bored to death, and trying really hard to fight the temptation to theif the gas from both our lawn mowers, put it in my Truck of Doom to go do a bit of snow drifting.

.........*sigh*

I hope I can get another job in the very nearest of futures. Everything worth a bit of amusement is entirely out of my price range.

Even a couple gallons of gas.

Such is the downward spiral of life, it seems.

iDoom Disaster

There are some things in life that just shouldn't happen. Ever. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a prime example.

...................My poor, poor iPod of Doom.

*cringe*

I wonder if dog mauling is covered under the service plan...