Apropos of nada

Lunch: hideous mcdonalds and ONCE AGAIN they managed to fuck up my simple "extra pickle, extra mustard" request and give me neither. How freaking hard is it? Even for people with no frontal lobe, it should be doable.

I bought two bottles of pomegranate juice and I may not even share with the Perp.

Mango martinis (yes *tired sigh* I know it's not a real martini but fuck off, they're my taste buds) are the bestest drink of EVER and I'm happy to pay $8 for them. HAPPY. Especially 'cause they come in a pint glass.

Blueberries in excess make for a scary (but oddly pretty!) diaper.

King Friday is a freak:
"Propel, propel, propel your craft
gently down the liquid solution.
Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
Existence is but an illusion."