Randomness

Today is the day, where I am flat out of ideas, and therefore I will just start writing random crap in a story format, whether it be true or not, you can decide that for yourself. But remember if you EVER, I come up with an idea that may POSSIBLY be interesting in ANYWAY, please do comment and tell me. Or talk to me on AIM/vent if that’s how you swing.

Dalziel awoke yet again to the sound of his cool cell phone alarm that actually isn’t very cool. He rolled out of bed onto Ladridia who was whining to be let out into the back yard so she could pee out all those warm yellow liquids inside of her bladder and then be fed after. But of course Dalziel being as sleepy as he was and needing to complete his morning chores, Ladridia’s whining was ignored as the warm yellow liquids inside Dalziel’s own body yearned to be released into the wonderful world of the septic tank just as Ladridia’s own liquids yearned to mix in with the bacteria living and re-spawning in the dirt.

So the warm yellow liquids got their wish, and the bacteria lining Dalziel’s tongue and teeth got what they deserved. After a night of eating away and causing bad breath inside the warm, moist environment of Dalziel’s mouth, they needed to be stabbed to death by the one hundred or so sharp plastic bristles of Dalziel’s tooth brush which were coated with the poison of Sodium Fluoride. After all the living organisms inside Dalziel’s bacteria infested body that needed to be dealt with were dealt with, he ran down the stairs and then, and only then, did the last organism make its cry. His stomach was amazingly empty, but since he was only half-awake, its cry was not yet strong enough to fully awaken the hunger factor to its full potential. Dalziel knew this fact well, so well that as he grabbed his one piece of buttered toast, he also grabbed a hand full of snacks which he would consume/inhale during 2^nd period.

So Dalziel’s school day happened with no occurrence, but after the school day was over, he had Frisbee practice.

This was one thing that Dalziel looked forward to. Even though he was on the B team, he was the glory player of the B team. He was known as the agile “Tiger-Ninja Man” to his coach, but to his fellow team mates he was “Sun-Sun” and “Chickadee-China”. But really, he was not often called “Chickadee-China”, this only resonated its voluptuous sound waves when this one certain Bertram “Broface” was feeling playful.

He was the “Tiger-Ninja Man” to his coach because during games he would often sprint down towards the flying disc, leap gracefully into the air and pounce on the disc slamming it into the floor where it belonged when thrown by an opposing team. Dalziel did this often enough, but only because he was on the B team, he was sure that in the higher leveled play of which Dalziel would some day reach, the disc would not be so kind as to float so slowly through the air for Dalziel to swat.

So Dalziel finished Frisbee practice uneventfully, but tired as usual. Life goes on Obla Di Obla Da.

Extremely short post in comparison to the others, but I ran out of ideas and couldn’t think of any good made-up stories worth my time and I also got home at like 7 today, but enjoy what’s there.