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So I sit here sipping on a rare cappuccino and eating a little piece of cake with the most amazingly green frosting I’ve ever seen. The overall shape and color of it makes me think that I could use it as a miniature Saint Patrick’s Day float, but alas, I have no Oreos for wheels and no Lego men to dance upon its frosted glory. Oh well, it will be poop shortly now… its form of green wonderment transmuted into muddy clay of the behind. Maybe I’ll have another piece and make that my float of glory.

I am truly a master of the English language.

Anyway, it seems like today is a bit of a wash. Got my head mowed, so now my head feels about ten pounds lighter and I can feel air on my scalp. The barber said if I had a motorcycle I would get better mileage. I told him to shut the fuck up and stuffed my money down his bra… oh wait, I’m beginning to mix events of my life together again… Things begin to blur together at this stage of your life, you know…

But seriously, my head looks nice and he was a nice guy. Also, the Nevada police never found the body. Everybody wins.

Otherwise I have done nothing today except walk my dogs and hang out occasionally ripping off the head of an offending tick that I picked up on the aforementioned walk. I don’t usually bother killing bugs, but ticks (and mosquitoes) deserve it. I need to make an example to the rest of their kind.

My body, My blood, Dead bug.

I’m not sure if they notice. I try so hard. I try so hard it hurts sometimes…

God, what the hell am I talking about anymore?



I really don’t know…