Hey baby I'm home now. I'll make it all better.

this is your punishment (including several words I didnt even try to figure out how to spell) for not updating....... I shall now commence to expell a few randomly pointless thoughts, which will stand as witness, that thou art in dire need of some sort of update...

*clears throat*.... eh hemmm....

For some reason, I have this strong urge, to go be a coal minor..... I saw this little clipping on yahoo, talking about six people being missing in a collapse.... so, rationally, the pay would already be high, and workers even harder now to come by, so maybe more raises, not having to shave before going to work, less expenses due to the complete lack of needing to use personal hygine products on a normal basis... lol, what's the point? and, think of all the cool ghost stories you could tell to each other on lunch break....down....*cue dark ominous music* and especially if you got a job at that same mine, what's the probability of it caving in twice? I dunno, I'd like to have that job for a few weeks, or months maybe even. anyone with me?

wait, no, I'd rather be the little parrot that they send into the coal mine, to see if there's poisons gas..... I mean, no, I'd rather not, that job had to rank in the all time suckiest jobs ever for parrots.... well, maybe it would tie with being owned by the court jestor... I mean, think about ALL the complexes those little guys must have had, and then, if they had an intelligent parrot, what type of physcological abuse could come from a tweaked out court jester who was no longer even funny, which was, pretty much his ONLY redeaming quality.... well, except maybe a small subsect of highly intelligent parrots, who get purchased by grotesquly obease fat people who have awful personalities, who make the parrots watch old T.V. shows with Rosan Bar.... Reruns of the Anna Nicole show, then learn and quote lines from them.... then they'd make the parrots complament them, and remind the fat people that in not so ancient history it was a sign of being wealthy to be fat and how it was sexy and stuff, and they'd make the parrot eat and eat and eat... I'm not sure if parrots can get obease, but I wouldnt be surprised if somewhere, at some time, some fat person has at least attempted to create a self likeness in their parrot, and if that were the case and I was a parrot, I'd choose the poisions gas detecting job hands, err, claws down.

anyway, Canada spelled backwards is Adanac, which, I'm pretty sure has a secret meaning in some obscure language. and if it doesn't, it should. heh.