It’s officially Good Friday. Well, it wasn’t a good Friday for Jesus — but whatever. We were going to take off today to admire the sights of this thing called ‘outdoor.’ We heard it was pretty nice out there, but that damn thing called ‘the sun’ is entirely too bright for our nocturnal eyes. There’s a lot of things I need to do, and all of them don’t involve going outside. Perhaps it’s better that I handle the dishes in the sink instead of taking a walk in the local park. Granted, there are about as many flies hovering around my sink as there are in nature. I better fix that before the roaches start fighting the flies for turf ownership of my kitchen — again. Those little fellas are in a constant battle, like my kitchen counter is friggin’ Middle Earth. The smell is quite aromatic if you enjoy breathing in decaying plant matter.
I’m neglecting my personal sanitation just to type words onto a screen for you to read — and you do read them all. Thanks for that. It’s reassuring that after the innumerable amount of hallucinogenics I consumed in college, I can still communicate in English. Now watch this mash-up of Mark Hunt and Dragonball Z while I tame this urban wilderness that is my kitchen.