Of Dead Fish And Ramen

So someone is trying to kidnap me. I think they live in my building, but I can't prove it yet. Or at least I wouldn't be able to prove it without falling prey to the trap they set for me. Someone has obviously been watching me for a long time, and planing this for quite some. See, what they did is leave a trail of ramen, my favorite food, that I am sure leads to some sort of trap with a large steel cage waiting to fall on me. I would most likely then be molested by hideous female trolls. Yes, I know you all think I am paranoid, but are you really paranoid if they really are all out to fuck you?

So Sandra came up the other day again. We had a decent time I spose. Did a little bridge jumping. Well I guess I should say a big bridge jump, since the bridge is actually about 70-85 feet. Good free fall, but I landed a little wrong on my frist jump so now I have bruises on the back of my legs. Or maybe those are from Sandra's heels getting slammed into my legs. That woman has no idea what she's doing in bed. Granted, I can get her off repeatedly, but just having something to enjoy, instead of someone to play with is really boring. Even I can't keep it up indefinately when all I'm really doing is work with no reward. I'm not sure there is any real redeeming qualities to this girl. She's boring to talk to, she's boring to fuck, she's even kinda boring to look at. Boredom is pretty much the worst thing in the world as far as I am concerned.

Speaking of boredom, I think it's time for me to jet. Next time I think I'll bitch about the death of originality. Or maybe whatever the hell else strikes my fancy.