this is the day the lord has made.

yes, this shall be brief, as all i have for you, dear readers, is the phrase of the day. actually it's from two days ago. and it's not actually a phrase. it's an exchange. a dialogue.
anyway, it's another creation birthed from deena and i when we get all stupid and brilliant. and we think we're hilarious. everyone else just looks at us and smiles politely. they don't undertand how groundbreaking we are.
anyway, deena was talking about something in a cold, dark warehouse but i wasn't paying attention as i was busy suckling my forty-ounce.
deena: "...ya see how everything comes full-circle?"
paul: "wait... what's round?"
yes. you had to be there.
my dad just walked by and stopped, sniffing the air. "what's that smell, is that you?"
i asked him what it smelled like. "it smells like... like cigarette farts."
i smell like a hard-boiled egg, shaving cream, and nagchamba. i informed him he could "get the hell out of here, thank you very much."
so tomorrow, if i am feeling ambitious, i will announce the beginning of a new chapter in my life. but don't count on it, seeing as how i am terribly lazy.