August 27, 2009


So yesterday I was informed that my mother is never speaking to me again because of something I have in my will . . . . MY FUCKING WILL!!!

Like I need anymore shit on my plate. . . .

Breathe deep. . . breathe deep . . .

When i am depressed, I cook. A LOT!

On Sunday, I parcooked three racks of ribs, cooked an 11 pound brisket and made brownies. Yesterday I made a pie. . . . yes, another pie. And nachos, and some korean food. . . . I still have a refrigerator full of food.

I took pie to a friend . . . he said it was good. I don't eat anything I cook. Nothing. I don't even taste it. I don't eat when I am depressed. I did, however, eat half a watermelon today for breakfast. I have no idea why.

My parents have disowned me because of something I wrote in my WILL!!! They will get over it . . . but I hold a grudge. I do.

Seriously contemplating moving to antarctica . . . alone. . .

Posted by Oddybobo at August 27, 2009 10:12 AM | TrackBack

Wow... that might be worth moving to Antarctica for...

Posted by: Pam at August 27, 2009 11:24 AM

So, if you and I were to hook up, all I would have to do is something to make you depressed and then you would bring the groceries out whole hog? Dude, you would seriously STAY depressed around me.


Oh, parents are W-A-Y overrated anyway. Trust me, I am one.

Posted by: Paul Mitchell at August 27, 2009 11:53 AM

Knowing the Koreans they probably have Snow-Cat bus tours of the place (Antarctica).

Posted by: JihadGene at August 27, 2009 12:43 PM

Wisconsin is a lot like Antarctica (for some of the year) and much easier to get to. Just sayin'... Hugs...

Posted by: Richmond at August 29, 2009 11:29 AM
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