February 21, 2011

tracers at the waterfall

dear shut up dog diary,

the grump keeps whining at my face. i don't know what he wants and it is driving me bananas. it is distracting me to the point where i am about to take tylenol and start swinging. he needs a bath. oh my. oh me oh my oh. we gotta go on the be oh down the by oh. guess what else i found out. bunches of y'all are reading my blog in the united kingdom. where is that at? i used to watch a show on the tv when i was a kid called THE WILD KINGDOM so every time i see UNITED KINGDOM i think of that show. i know that sounds dumb, but i never left this country yet, except in 1995 when i went to niagra falls (which for my whole life until 1995 i thought was in brazil) i slipped into canada for about an hour and a half and had a hell of a time getting back in to the USA at our PRE 9-11 border, ain't that some NEW YORK SHIT. and had they of found the tiny pin joint in my wallet- i would prolly STILL be in federal prison- for fucks sake. i told you guys, palm of the favored. that is why i hurried back to the hotel and ate those hits of acid PRONTO.