im finally bored enough to write something
well lets see, im sitting here in my bosses office on her computer drinking my Schlitz beer and waiting around for my phillip to call. so the phone rings, hes in albequerque, new Mexico. hes hitchhiking to where i am right now. actually right now hes drinking with a couple of mexicanos who picked him up and he just wanted to call to tell me how hes doin, wheres hes at. Everbody is out of town, its just me and about 40 horses. dogs and cats and so many pigeons. i need to find my slingshot. i had one of those little bastards shit on me the other day. have you ever had somebody mouth 'olive juice' at you. it looks like they are saying 'i love you'. its an evil bastard trick to see how you react and then have something to deny what you were implying.i think im just babbling for the sake of babbling. its kind of strange, i keep getting told how different i look down here, yet this is the most normal/plain i think ive ever looked. i think there arent so much of a variety of style or ethnicities in the south. its either black or white, jeans or cachys. i dont mind, im become pretty comfortable with the way i decide to dress and how i naturally look. the imperfections of the human body can be quite becoming. like why im attracted to a man who has had 2 strokes and a heartattack, hence leaving half his body slightly paralyzed despite his amazing overcoming of not even being able to speak or walk. he walks witha gangsta limp and stutters now and again, but Goddamn hes a sexy muthafucka. i see this has now turned into my entry about my Big Papa. thats alright, i dont know who really even looks at my journal these days since i dont exactly write in it. im sure erika will, hi erika. maybe brad or rue. i should be now going to bed, its not an exciting thought to have to feed all the horses at 7 am without enought sleep on my day off. adios amigos. buenos noches. dobro nacht.