The *uckenings taking shape

Another day, another blank document. Shortly after my morning routine (don’t ask) I’ve spotted an alien in our garden. Call me crazy but I have taken pictures. Even though I had documented it with undeniable proof, Jadenchong told me I’m on my own and that I am the chosen one. Well, well Jaden I will keep that in mind next time you need something young lady. The fuckenings have shaped us into hermits and there’s only one left who seems to have found a way back onto her throne. So Ana started going to the gym and it’s taking up all of our attention nowadays. She’s running on a treadmill. Good on her. Meanwhile everyone else has disappeared and Jadenchong has announced her 3rd tequila.

I’m left with an alien in the garden - all by myself! I’ve decided to send the dogs outside but they came back with nothing. David has woken up from his midday nap and he’s looking a bit beat. I’m thinking he might have caught something. He’s looking immensely sick. It’s okay Dave. Your germs are my germs. Don’t you worry. I might have pressured him a little too much and now he’s looking like a squeezed onion. Poor Dave. This is all growing over my head so I’m tempted to simply go back to bed. Deep in my being I know I can’t quit now. The world requires news but my sources are drunk, sick or otherwise incapable.

Apart from that the alien is still there and it’s looking at me. I can spy on it from my bedroom window but it’s no moving. I swear I saw an UFO the other day at the night sky and I told them not to show up without answers. Maybe they still have to get their facts straight. Fine. I’ll wait.

So Ana is shaping up for the afterworld while I am sitting here wondering. I’ve added fishing buggers out of my nose to the wondering schedule. Having said all that my attention suddenly shifted to higher matters. Let’s say that alien is planning something. How do I protect my hood? What about David the lemon? Maybe I should do something. Maybe there’s something I could do to stop this possible invasion. There is a small chance that it came in peace. Like peaceful Pecel. Although she’s just called Jadenchong a crackhore, but that’s another story.

It might not be here to take over the world. Should I go and say ‘hello friend’?

After having put a little thought into this I’ve decided to sit tight and just observe on the happenings in the garden.

Jadenchong has announced her 4th tequila and started to send videos now. Ah sometimes I wish I could be like Jadenchong. No worries in the world could ever drag her down. Like a little gem in the ocean washing ashore and then floating back into the waters. But even Jaden will find her harbor one day. Hang in there Jadenchong! The world has been waiting for you and as soon as you are ready to spread your stunning talent upon us we will embrace your greatness gratefully.

There is always a throne and a crown waiting for you!

Miss Rambo has been focusing on her balls today. For a few years now she’s been practicing tricks and she also dedicated a few hours to try and teach me. Turns out I don’t have talent. No talent whatsoever with those damn balls. It wasn’t meant to be. Talking about it – Jadenchong has even less talent while Pecel has taken her knowledge on those balls to a whole new level. Anyways, her skills are obvious and it’s a great pleasure watching her. I’ve just realized that this sounded funny. The balls are Poi balls. Sorry about that. These are the only balls Miss Rambo has. Really.