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I bought jumbo eggs. They are gigantic. So I made fried rice but gave my dog half the egg. Because damn, that's a lotta egg in that shell.
 
Lost my voice; fortunately, I don't start my new job until the 7th and my roommate isn't around, so I have no reason whatsoever to talk to anyone.

I also got a new credit card so I can get more points for gas, which should give me back a decent chunk of change each year.
 
Threw a damned party, got wasted, people asleep on the ground this morning.

Yes, I had to go to work afterwards.
 
So there's a set of wooden stairs on the side of the front lawn. These stairs have been well... useless due to disrepair for a long time now. And since I won't be here much longer anyway I just let them go. After all, I'm no carpenter. I use the cement stairs at the front. Well I just went to put out some trash because it's gonna rain all day tomorrow and I might as well do it now. I noticed the stairs look funny. So I go to check on them. And someone has partially repaired my broken stairs.:O

Who did this and why? I am baffled.
 
Today, not even an hour ago, I got my internet back after not having it for three days. This addict needs the net to function. It's like I'm connected to the world again.
 
I realized today that my wife knows me too well. We're walking around a supermarket when we pass a mother and her son (I think). The mother is maybe, early twenties and the son is of an age where you just know he's the result of a rebellious teenage fling, an overly permissive childhood or a combination of both. So the mother has the nastiest, matted gross dreadlocks you've ever seen. I've been friends with a girl with dreads, hell I've fallen asleep on the couch using them as a really itchy pillow and well looked after dreads are fine. These were not. They looked like something you could rub on a driveshaft to silence a squeak. This in an of itself is almost par for the course for the town we were in but the child was sporting them too, and not even the sort of proto dreads that don't look great, they were matted, nasty "Mum never washes her hair so i don't either aren't I cool" things. They stank. We pass them by and before I even have a chance to turn to her my wife grabs my arm and hisses through her teeth: "I know, save it for the car!"
 
Today, I logged into Facebook for the first time in about 5 months to do some admin stuff for some pages. I got very confused when I couldn't find an "autistic" rating. This website has ruined me.
 
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