I'm going insane living in this house.

The closest thing to food in my house is this cocktail sausage thing my Dad made, except for the fact that it was pre-canned and tastes like the inside of a dying rabid goat. It's nice that he made something, except that it really... No.

I've eaten Ramen for about a week now, and it's driving me insane. I can't go another day eating boiled noodles in soup that doesn't taste like the flavour advertised. I can't go for another soup in general, unless it has stuff that can be chewed. I'll try and cook something last minute, before I go as crazy as the state of California.

As for the smell, my Dad had the bright idea of buying pigskin by the pound and making homemade Pork Rinds. Now the whole house smells deep fried, and I feel so dirty walking into the kitchen now. I keep thinking he's running a Grease racket, and collecting large amounts of grease in order to make money. And as crazy as that may be, it could damn well be true. It's also kinda scary seeing him walking around the house wearing only boxer shorts in the morning. Not a pretty sight to wake up to.

In other news, the RIAA's newest PSA was leaked on the internet today. View it here.


Good thing it's fake.