They're retaliating. Also, it tastes better with seared. (I'm becoming one angry teenager.)

I have a feeling that the moths are catching on. The combination of a hole in some fly wire and moth season led to an influx of moths and mozzies coming into the bathroom. Before I got the chance to do anything about it I must have killed at least 20 of those flying critters. Now, just a few minutes ago while I was sitting in my room a moth came in and (no shit) fully attacked me. It went all out at me, unleashing the big guns from the start in an uncontrollable fit of rage. I think that'll teach me no to mess with them in the future.

In other news:

• We left sport early today to go to Maccas to celebrate a great year of... sport. I got a Chicken Deluxe and Caramel milkshake for the first time ever and shouted some people while I was at it.
•  Mickey Dees just realised a few new food items. These include 'McBites' (think popcorn chicken - Maccas style), upgrades to a caramel milkshake for $1 when you buy any Medium/Large meal and a few new burgers.
• My mother and I had a massive fight over my hair again. At the end of it I told her to make an appointment so she wouldn't kill herself and while she went to the hairdressers (they weren't answering their phone) I smashed the coffee table. It was the most hilarious and epic thing. Trust me. Basically, I stared at it for a while thinking about how it would feel, weighed up the consequences, stared for a bit longer and then tried to kick it in. The first time it just bent in a bit (it's made of glass) and hurt my foot a bit. The second kick only just managed to pop the glass out of place. I decided I'd bring in the big guns and grabbed my lacrosse stick. In what can only be described as an epic explosion of glass I destroyed the panel with one swift blow. As the bottom of my shaft made contact, the glass shattered and flew all over the room. I was left standing there, satisfied and embracing the 'crackling' ambience of it all. (Shattered glass makes crackling noises long after you break it. Weird, huh?)

I'm telling you people, these forced haircuts will only make me angry. Feel the consequences. Rawr.
(I've never actually broken anything before. I can't begin to describe how awesome it was.)
Watching it take place would have been pretty awkward though because I was really calm and collected about it. A lot of concentration went into breaking it.

This is what I eat when I work. It tastes better with seared.
(Not pictured, Crispy Chicken Snack Wrap with Sweet Chilli Sauce, the choc fudge mixed into my McFlurry and a mini blueberry cheesecake (because it was in my stomach).

Sunday mornings - "Mass For You At Home"
(err... get fucked?)


It's a love heart.

IFHTP,
Butters.