I just found my wayward stapler…

…In my cabinet. It was next to Wheat Thins and a green tinged sourdough.

Augie Fash’s capacity for organization sucks. I can barely remember to keep the toilet paper next to the toilet.

And toilet’s in the dang title.

So it’s 2-ish am, and I’m cooking bacon. That’s right. Bacon.

No lettuce, no tomato. No heart healthy, kick start your day excess bull.

I’m feeling very manly, and it’s very atypical.

I’m gonna go adopt a loincloth and javelin a cheetah. Don’t mess with me. Grr

(I believe that was the first occurrence of onomonopia (sp?))

Peace out brothers and sisters

Update: I just finished 5 strips of bacon 10 minutes ago and now I’m working on a Diet Coke. I feel like hell.

Verdict: Go to Aca Taco at 2 am instead.