cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Urge to write inane, retarded things I have been having these urges to do/write the most retarded, inane things lately. Like a few minutes ago I saw some graffiti on the side of a building and I thought that I'd kind of like to take a can of spray paint and write something like "WHAT IF I HAVE TO PEE?" Or "TRY TO EAT SOME FRESH VEGETABLES EVERY DAY." Really, what the fuck would people make of that? Then yesterday I was thinking about writing out long, detailed explanations of how to do totally pointless things. Like so: Materials: Half a pint of bacon fat Warm the bacon grease up enough to liquify it. Mix in the mulch a pinch at a time while stirring. Do not allow the mixture to come to a boil. After the mulch is evenly distributed in the grease, remove from heat and pour into the thoroughly rinsed jar. Begin adding the nails a few at a time as the bacon grease cools. Do not stir them - just drop them in. The nails should end up at various levels within the grease, depending on the temperature at the time each nail was dropped. When fully cooled to room temperature, place the snail shells on top of the grease mixture. The jar should be not much more than half full with plenty of 'head space' at the top. Seal the lid tightly and store in a dark place at room temperature or colder. See? What the fuck is that all about? I have no idea what is wrong with me lately. 7:18 a.m. - 2009-09-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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