Swelling, Day Old McDonalds, and Dick Cheese

First let me start off with stating that my dog reeks, my god her farts could killa hobo who hasn't bathed in 3 1/2 years. Anyways, I wake up this morning having to go to my soccer game. Normally I would be looking forward to this, however, "George" let me know that it was 42 FLIPPIN'DEGREES out and I'm going to be prancing around in fuckin' shorts. Didn't sound like something one willingly does, the covers and my bed tempted me.........oh how they tempted me. However, "George" was going to come watch me so I figured if she's man enough to do that then I should at least go out there for her. So I get there, freeze, run around, freeze, die, revive myself with a potion, run around, walk off the field at the end of the game and alas! there is no "George" anywhere to be found -____-. So after the game I meander over to her families little antique, video, and mercantile store place-thing-thingy to see if she's there. This allows me to do two things; one, thaw out my body, so when I went to take a shower, it wouldn't hurt, and two alert "George" that she was introuble and all that good crap. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't actually mad that she didn't show, and she knows it so wank off, wanker, whoever you may be.

Now somewhere between all of this I was kicked right above the knee hard, and it started swelling alot. Well I know when I was kicked, but somewhere between the end of the game and seeing George I noticed the swelling. How very interesting...........interesting indeed no? Anyways I also now owe my dad about 70 bucks for indoor soccer, DAMMIT. I need that money for clothes and women and POLAR BEARS. Oh well, not that big of a deal, minus the fact that the season starts tihs coming Sunday ><.

Well last night before we went to this "party", I stopped at a local McDonald's for 2 Dbl Chee and 2 McChickens. I ate one of each in the course of the night leaving the remainder in the back seat of my shitty little car. I get them out about 20 minutes prior to this post, cook them, and eat them. I hope they don't kill me, I don't want to die, not yet....let me listen to Funeral Song by the Cure first...then maybe.....

Speaking of music, last night I finally found a song I had been wanting since I heard it during a movie several months ago. The artist's name is Richard Cheese, whom could be called Dick Cheese, which is also the nickname of a homosexual cab driver in the British movie, 9 Dead Gay Guys. WTF is dick cheese anyways? *shrudder* Now Richard, takes popular songs such as, Chop Suey!, Down With the Sickness, and ect and turns them into....ummm.....slow tempo piano room music, or something like that. I'm unsure of the genre. But if you happen to see one of his albums at a store, buy it, it's sex for your ears.