Living in the foundation of my house.

Saturday I celebrated Pride the only way I know how.

I tolerated being around people.

And by tolerated, I mean I whacked them in the face with a paper yo-yo…

Saturday, June 16

I also ate a salad. To push the whole “Bacon Me Crazy” pizza I ate on Friday night through my intestines.

On Sunday, I mowed the three main parts of my yard. Which did wonders for my tan lines…

Sunday, June 17

I thought about doing laundry, but didn’t actually do it.

What?

I got a headache from staring at the Rev. Dark Wombat’s television while watching Gurren Lagann.

Watching the Carters music video on repeat didn’t help…

Jay-Z has the best suits I’ve ever seen. If only he could rap as well as Beyoncé.

Note to self: Become well off enough to rent out the Louvre.

The suits will sort themselves out at that point.

Today is Monday again.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

I’m about to bust some knowledge.

On my sink drain.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC