siggimus loves the taste of exotic things, & in some cases, tasting them again in after a bit is just the same pleasure 🙂
chanced upon this one on the telly last night
quite as enjoyable as the first time
& still hasn’t changed his mind about the hot-chick-hood of tilotama shome
lucky bugger, that pk dubey
it’s the big chinese feller again & as he starts strutting about on the siggimus back, he starts making mock whining sounds
‘bastard!’
spends rest of day trying to set up a wireless home office system at mom’s while she sews a pillowcase
den off to big sis’ where li’l niece is babysat while the cleaning woman from hell does her stuff
gave siggimus quite a bit to ponder
-why is noone talking about the fact that the icelandic economic upsurge (‘goodyear’) around 2000 was accompanied by a campaign against suicide?
-why do we keep buying stuff in order to feel better, knowing the fix blows over very quickly?
-ignorance is bliss? is it possible for highly intelligent people to be really happy?
aren’t the more intelligent people prone to overthinking things & hence more likely to feel bad about their lives?
Ask yourself whether you are happy, and you cease to be so.
John Stuart Mill
depression is sorta like having your own personal radio station between your ears. it’s always on and spews out negative crap, but you only hear it when your brain is in neutral
the thing to do is set up a pirate station with positive things & blast it to 11
it’s a question of the simple things; not doing special things you enjoy, but enjoying the little things you do
once in a while, do a list with the good and the bad stuff in your life. focus on the good, you probably won’t need much help with the bad stuff…
it’s probably not a bad way to combat that radio station
yet another moonwalk by the chinamen
he was talkative this time, asking how to say ‘stand up’ & ‘sit down’
in the middle of a record 10 min stroll on the siggimus back, he exclaimed ‘you cly!’, mistaking moaning and groaning for whining
took picture of him after paying. might post it here if siggimus ever figures out how to get it off the damn phone…
the whole thing got siggimus contemplating how these buggers have had healing covered for ages, what with acupuncture, yoga, massaging with hands or elbows of feet & whatnot, but also pain & torture!
because that’s what these fellers are doing!! they get siggimus to pay good money to have them hurt him like hell!!
& siggimus just keeps coming back for more…
*groan
awww
won’t some sweet big-boobed nurse in a short skirt come & nurse siggimus back to health?
*snort
some massaging ability not a must, but definitely a plus
on a hung over saturday night, over a 50% off dominos pizza
bernie is sorta a kindred spirit of siggimus’ alter ego :/
drinking 5 beers before digging into a bottle of red wine before drinking 3 more beers isn’t such a good idea on a practically empty tummy (only 1,75 slices of excellent jórunn science trip bread…)
of course it invites a cosy candid chat with keg about work and soon after a visit to jds & his quickly recovering spouse digging some violent femmes, but somehow that just wasn’t enough to make up for the 2 extended hangover showers…
last night, an off duty copper spotted sis’ plates on a stolen car!!
so, they didn’t even get to hold on to ’em for 24 hours 😀
unlucky fuckers
some silly buggers snuck up to lil big sis’ car tonight & stole the goddamn licence plates!!!
they were caught on camera, getting out of their little white car, one of’em peeing before they unscrewed the plates
looked kinda pro, only took’em about 4 mins…
now the big question is, what evil crime will the plates be used for?
enter at your own risk
can be bad for your health…
can’t say that it is
feb & mar almost empty…
well, bought a car
family car
so now all i need is a family
you a hot chick with a family but no car?