March 3, 2011

the potato family

dear overnight low diary,

man i love fried potatoes. especially with gravy on them. but i ain't got the gravy tonite- just the potatoes. i left the skin on. it is hard to believe potatoes grow underground. they are poison too- that's what i heard anyway. so far tho- i haven't died. i grew up loving potatoes and mr. potato head. there has got to be a way to grow bigger potatoes in some other medium. dirt gets so hard sometimes and the potatoes get stunted. i like the baby potatoes- allot- but a person needs bigger ones for things like smushing and baking. i suppose that is why potatoes like idaho so much- they must have the perfect dirt up there. idaho is one of the few states i haven't been in yet. i like the name idaho. the upper northwest corner has yet to be claimed by the whore. i will get to it eventually. but potato chips are dumb. other people like them- i know- but i don't. i can eat a cheeto- but i don't think they grow underground. they might tho- i don't know how cheetos are born. i admire the potato. if it sits long enough- i can throw it in the yard and it will become more potatoes- if the ground ain't to hard- or becky don't eat the plant while its trying to grow. so i am thinking potatoes must not contain be that much poison- cuz becky ain't dead yet either.