Your mother. That's what I'm wild about. Suck that, livejournal. Oh zing.
Huh. What am I passionate about? My games, my friends, my partner. Not having my ankles lacerated by Macavity because the little bastard thinks that's how you show your love. I'm certainly not 'wild about' the smell of ear-cheese. Or Reginbrand sticking his cigarettes through his 00 tunnels to demonstrate that you CAN stick a cigarette through the middle of a 00 tunnel. What in the hell.
Have any of you ever had your cat try to stick his paw through your ear just for the joy of the agonized screaming it will definitely elicit? Yeah, it hurts like a blue bastard. I didn't think that any man without extensive voice training or without testicles could make the noise I did this morning. Macavity, you little bastard.
Grinch only pretends she's innocent. She's not. She has gas. Cat flatulence is a vile toxic fucking substance, and even though it snowed last night, and I may well freeze my fundament off, I have the window open so I don't suffocate. Cats are friendly when they stink.
I'm passionate about the fact that the toaster is broken in that I want to hurl the damn thing out the window. We bought it a month ago. I don't know who did what to it, and I don't care, so that should nip any finger pointing in the bud. We'll just take it back. It was probably a manufacturer's defect.
Like your mom.
...I feel like an emo teenager on MySpace. One wearing his sister's skinny jeans. And a T-Shirt featuring the logo of a band that no one has ever heard of.
BRAIN WAVE: I should make T-Shirts like that. I'll make up a good amount of fake band names, buy some iron-on transfers, ask Reg to draw up a few logos, print them out, and make like the domestic man-whore I am. Then I'll sell them on CafePress to the unawares, and to the awares with a sense of humour or irony.
Fuck, yes. Riches and luxury, here I come!
If only I weren't so fucking lazy!
lolololololol f1rst p0st insert penis bird lol.
I feel so fucking EMO. We have a LIVEJOURNAL. I need to make a really fucking-asshole post somewhere accepting of fucking-asshole posts.
I also need to pester Reg to make us icons so people can tell us apart, and not climb up Mel's rectum for something I said, or harass Vii for something I said, or - yes, I'm the one most likely to piss people off, whether they're sensitive little teen-aged wasteland whiners or whether they're sensible, sane, mature adults.
EDIT: fuck, I forgot to sign this bitch.
-Korbinian, master of baiting!
Current Location: ass in chair, fingers on keys, cat in face
Current Mood: i hunger for assmeats
Current Music: Macavity gurgling a sweet murderous love song to my ankle