March 27, 2011

the mayans are coming

dear counting sheep diary,

the sheep that followed me to bed wanted to dance on my head. assholes. i'll wait til the party is over and try again. fucking sheep dogs. why do we let these animals live with us? they roam freely in my house like they own the damned place. sometimes (like now) i think they do own this place. i wish one of them suckers would pay the cable bill. wouldn't that be something to blog about. 'dear my dog finally paid the cable bill today diary,' is how that one would begin, and the next, 'dear my dog just got groceries for the week diary,' and then, 'dear my dog wont loan me twenty bucks diary,' oh- seriously- that would be THE LIFE. but oh well- i am sorta stuck with what i have at this point. and becky- i'd gladly support her til the end of time- shit that ain't but about what another 600 days? yeah- i'm worried too y'all. you guys need to start buyin them canned veggies now. and make sure they were produced before the japan earthquake. start grabbin books of matches and extra blankets and water too. don't forget about your sheep dogs and cats. personally i hate cats- but i know there are cat lovers out there who swear by them. my dad has enough bird food for at least thirty years. he wont stop buying it.