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Just wanted to post this before my cousin yodaslap did.

Kooky kid. Gotta be from the same gene pool.

....Ride on, tough guy.

posted by losir at 2:00 AM

Yeah. Yeah. Let's go then....

L stands for losir, rappin this blog,
O my gawd my goodness, come smoke you like fog
S my soldiers, my troopers my crew
I is for myself, drinking a brew
R like retarded, what you're gonna be

scared you so much, wet your pants as you pee
my flow is so nice like comics to manga
you read it "Woah." and that's why you in anga
But you just can't help to read my blog daily
My lyrics so fat, like butter from Gay Lea

....Herro, everybrudy.

posted by losir at 5:36 PM

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried....

Yesterday day I open up my wallet to find in dismay that one of the five dollar bills was taped back together. I've always hated money that has been patched. It goes back to the one time where I was on my last fiver, and no store would take it because the two halves were held by tape. I was hungry, it was a Sunday afternoon. I went hungry the rest of day.

So when I had opened up my wallet with that ugly bill staring at me, I knew I had to use it as soon as possible.

Luckily I was buying groceries at the local market, and was able to pawn my near-funny money to the cashier without incident. I felt good about myself. I felt good that I was able to get rid of that stupid piece of paper. Thank you Longos!

To celebrate, I met up with my buddies from work at the local Booger Thing right after for lunch. Heck, I felt so good I bought a Whoopie with fries and drink even. (If you don't know, I've sworn off French fries.)

Having spent the change on my loaf of bread and lunch meat, I had to break a twenty.

I look at the change in my hand. Lo and behold, on the top pile there laid a five dollar bill, neatly ripped in the middle, with scotch tape holding it together! Woe is me!

....With a nick like losir, you sort of expect this kind of stuff. posted by losir at 2:07 PM

There are several rules I abide by when I get invited to dine at a person's house.

1. Bring dessert. The guests' job is to delight the host with fine pastries and/or cakes.
2. No matter how good of a friend you are to the family, ask before you get that second (or third, in my case) bowl of rice. Although a good host always makes enough food for the evening, one should not be presumptuous when it comes to further helping of rice.
AND THE MOST PARAMOUNT OF RULES:
3. The guests do the dishes. No one who cooks should do the dishes.

Our pal KD failed in all three.

....Some guys get all the breaks. posted by losir at 8:45 PM

Insomnia sucks.

Actually I am tired, but sleep fails nne at the moment. Maybe it is because I have the ability to blog from my bed which keeps mefrom falling asleep, because I still cannot get over the fact I have a device that'll allow me to blog wirelessly!

I am not bragging, merely sharing my joy with you all.

Thanks for listening/reading.

.... g'night. posted by losir at 3:23 AM