Firing Synapses or Things that Bug Me at 3a.m. When I'm Tired, Hungry, Jaded and the Sheep just refuse to be counted.

~What is it about the fragility of the Trinidadian male’s ego that causes them to have such utter contempt for us women?


~Artificial sweeteners are the biggest rip offs since UDeCOTT; Splenda looks like something that should be divided into thin, even lines with a razor blade on a hard (preferably clean) surface and inhaled.


~A woman who has sexual relationships with men like her father has daddy issues. So does that mean that a man who leaves his wife for a woman who looks like his teenage daughter is a closet paedophile?


~Visualisation doesn’t work. Neither does positive thinking.


~Do pro-lifers spay and neuter their pets? And how come so many of them support hunting for sport?


~Will Ash ever become the world’s greatest pokemon trainer?


~Why are poor people so bloody fertile? I swear a ghetto rat could rub up against dried sperm and still kindle. Besides, I thought drugs killed sperm; so how come maxi conductors have so many unclaimed children all over the place?


~I can’t help but feel that I got screwed with this ‘life as an adult’ deal.

Sick Day

This is the result of a day spent away from work. It’s amazing the kind of latent crap that comes out when you have diarrhoea. Heh. Heh.

So here’s a little something I conjured up between my time spent on the throne and in the shower. I saw it on someone else’s blog and being the covetous rat that I am, I immediately hatched a plan to acquire one of my own.

Well, I visited the site and in ten minutes my little doppelgangers were born. Its likeness to me is nothing short of remarkable - crucifix, horns et al.

I must say I felt more fulfilled accomplishing this than I do after an eight hour day at work. Go figure. Now if only I could find a way to bring them to life, we’d take over the world! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA…..

Damn I feel ill.