It's ten am here and the house is somewhat peaceful. The monsters are playing quietly in their room and the Big Idiot is slumbering still.
I'm laying on the couch trying to get motivated to finish my homework today. I think I'd rather eat asshole than do more fucking homework. And I have at least twenty more months of this essay writing bullshit.
So what's a FuckHead to do?
I think I'm going to go trounce the Big Idiot out of bed. I'm feeling squirrelly and I want
nuclear waste McDonald's breakfast.