Try outs.

• I’m exhausted.
• I haven’t had decent sleep yet.
• I plan to sleep right after this post.
• I just completed a request from earlier today.
• I feel a tad better than I have recently.
• I am going to miss school.
• I am sleepy.

at my countless botched attempts at blogging. I used to think that I wasn’t able to blog much because the interface of some sites were annoying, or that I didn’t like the look of my blog. Now I might just admit that I’m a generally boring person.

HAHAHAHA.

that turns me from a person who is set out to incinerate everything in sight, to a calm mild-mannered scholarly gentleman. I think this is because instead of my imagination running wild, I get to write it all out. It’s like all the emotions that overrun my mind flow into my words.

The perfect catharsis.

Happy birthday Matt Stone!

Please continue to supply my fix of cheap laughs, black humor, and deep insights. You are definitely one of the best people on Earth and I hope to meet you one day. Until then, continue to make South Park an amazing show and keep writing incomparable plays like the Book of Mormon.

Love always,
Khail 

Tanga mo forever, Mikhail.

I now have another concrete reason as to why I need to get married, or have a life partner. Whichever comes first.

I HATE COOKING. OMG.

I have new found respect to those who subject themselves to this awful chore. Those who can deal with the constant heat, the sheer amount of things to remember and keep track of, and the added pressure of having to produce something delectable have me in awe.

My mother hasn’t been able to prepare food for us recently, and now I just want to treat her like a queen. My diet has been reduced to 1 meal a day, with me having to prepare easy to cook food. That easy to cook shit is misleading, because I find the work tedious and just impossible.

Also, I can’t seem to get over the fact that it only takes a fraction of the time you take to cook to gobble food down. So, so sad.