Wednesday, June 02, 2010


I'm Hungry.

Like really hungry.

But I'm going to sleep in a few minutes and mum says it isn't good to eat just before you sleep. I guess she must be right. She was right when she warned me that the stove was hot. Right about now, you must be like, 'why don't you stop typing and make yourself a sandwich you moron'. Too many rights in one paragraph. I don't like repeating words. Unless I'm singing songs by 2Unlimited. Then I'm kinda forced to.

I'm not making a sandwich because I want chicken tikka and I cant make that shit at home. Heck, I couldnt make the bloody thing in Gordon Ramsays kitchen. But the point is, anything else is settling. Now this isnt life or death. I mean, if it was I'd eat 'Indulges' food and drink Cre Cola. Anything to keep brand MJ alive. Thats what we are at the end of the day. Brands.

I never knew what a flotilla was until I read the review of Twilight 2 by Cracked. Its weird how we learn stuff. And what we remember in terms of word association. Like for example, When the Earthquake hit Haiti earlier this year I immediately drew on the three images I had of Haitians based on media representation

a) The dudes from Bad Boys who said 'The Devil is not welcome HHHEEERRRE!
b) The Haitian from Heroes whose ability is to cockblock everyones powers
c) The chaps from GTA Vice City.

So anyway, im drinking Liqui Fruit Marula Something. Not too sure what the second word is but im sure there is something there. Mania or something. Again - when I think Marula, I think drunk elephants and alcohol that looks like peach yogi sip. Which is weird really because when I think Grapes, I dont think wine. Maybe I should eat more Marula fruit. Maybe I am already but I think they are apricots or something.

I should get some sleep. My sleeping patterns are messed up. But the way I see it, mornings are overrated anyway. Unless you are Wimpy. Thats the only time you'll ever make any money. I wonder if the soccer teams stay for the month. If I was a player, I'd like to stay for the month. Do some tourism stuff, attend the semi finals. That sorta thing. Or is it part of some huge humiliation ritual that the day after you get knocked out, you have to be deported for sucking so much. I wonder if New Zealand called the hotel and were like, we'd like to book this place for two weeks please.

I want a catchy song I can parody. Something recent. Suggestions please (not waka waka).



corpsekicker said...


Stream of consciousness is also sometimes referred to as mindless babble but whatever you want to call it, it's still great to read if it's written by you.

Americanising Desi said...

couldnt quite place shit as food!