Get the Scissors!

Well now that I look at it, I guess my posts are a bit too long.

So for the benefit of those who dislike reading, or are scared of words, here is a picture for you.




Arr, look how cute it is, Tiny kiddy scissors.

Next time i think i shall write blog that covers the entire page.

Try not to cut yourself on the picture,

**Xoiqaze**

Too many headless chickens and one big ass axe

What a pain in the ovaries it was today.
Being as it was ladies week my poor little baby maker was feeling slighty poorly, so like any other sensible adult i asked politly for a pain killing type of medication, nurofen (which you can purchase for medical purposes at any medicine selling retailer ;) ).
so feeling like my stomach was cramping up and begging for a bit of relief, someone finally went and got my nurofen. But as everyone knows they never work straight away meaning i had a bunch of wierdos around me, stinking of weed. so poorly-ness + smell of weed + annoying peoples = mega pain.
'Well maybe we should take you to the hospital if you are in too much pain',
No, i want my bed, let me go home, so i called up Andrew in a way to keep me there and not on the way to hoppy tal. But that idea got pooped on and off we went with a completely different person.
Once we arrived, i borrowed her phone to call my 'uncle' and went to the bathroom cause some old man was moaning about how his leg was going to fall off unless he got attention first.
Thinking about last time i was at the hospital, i didn't really want to stay there so i told the lady who took me that i wanted to go home and even though at that point i was going to catch the bus, she took me home.

Why didn't she do that in the first place??? I tell you why all this happened, the first aider was on holiday.

Maybe I'll have a long soak, I'm dehydrated.

**Xoiqaze**

Greetings! Do you like yours Freshley Squeezed?

So i guess my other one got deleted, well no matter you can't dwell in the past forever or else you'd might end up walking into a lamp post.
I suppose my main reason for restarting my little blog is the sheer amount of penis juice that flows out of the mouths of the so called people i 'train' with. I say train because that is what we are told we are doing. Although to my knowledge training courses last around a possible 6 hours with a nice certificate at the end to show you were being a good little obedient drone by listening to some twit intently for said length.
But this 'training' i say again is more like potty training an infant, i.e only helping the child to help yourself help the child from needless years of embarrassment to follow, which is probly a bad way of explaining this type of thing but at the end of it you get no certificate.
But that is another story, possibly grafic, violent gory other story, but thats best saved for another post, cause i have still yet to finish my profile and other bits and pieces.

what joy, anyway being as i havent actually said it yet...

Greetings and Salutations, did you bring your cup?

**Xoiqaze**