Lazy Bastard 101
A real good thing about being an oldster is if you spend one night out late cattin around til well past dawn, you make up for it automatically the next night by turning in early.
Then get up late. Eat. Read a little. Pass out again for most of the afternoon.
Get up again. Read. Nap more; uncertain of what day of the week it is.
I must be in some unexpectedly rare mode of auto-detoxing. Made myself some Miso soup for the past two meals; a diet suspiciously lacking in it's normal Porky Goodness. Miso, vegetables, tofu... super effin' mad crazy yum-tastic.
Why, I declare, I may just wither up and blow away - pushing waifish and wiry to new extremes. Myyrrrf.
Be warned! It takes many years of measured practice to elevate and hone one's Slacking Skills to such knife-edged precision. I don't recommend it for amateurs.
You could get hurt. I've seen it happen.
Comments
you have much of the same sleeping/napping/usure of the day-ness as Josh, you should talk to him, since you both clearly love fudge as well, maybe you could talk HIM into some wierd fudge, sex, pole-tying thing... he's scared of bondage, but if you add fudge and me into the mix, we just might get him to be willing to get tied up...
harhar
Posted by: psychadelic fur burger | February 26, 2006 04:55 PM
mmmmmmf.... tingly, I am.
Posted by: brown_slice | February 26, 2006 05:42 PM
in that special way?
Posted by: psychadelic fur burger | February 28, 2006 01:45 AM