Hot damn it's September.
Please everybody and anybody come and stop over today, tomorrow, or anytime.
I live on 813 E. Division St. It is a light yellow house with a green bistro table and chairs on the front porch. There's a good-sized dog named Beaner who will probably bark and scare the living hell out of you, but that's okay. He's nothing more but a good-sized dog that barks. Next week I hope to have my stuff somewhat organized and put away in a dresser or something, so everybody can sit on my new super-squashy sofa, pet my cat, watch TV, pet my cat, or whatever. Until then, you can come play Xbox or abduct me.
I'm back at the old house again today to eat another salad (my single meal of the day), check the mail, retrieve assorted items, and take a shower. Apparently the cable guy was an absolute dumbfuck, so there won't be cable for a few more days. Honestly, that's fine with me.
I had a dream that I passed out, was told my car was in flames, and talked to a guy who looked like Willie Nelson.
I live on 813 E. Division St. It is a light yellow house with a green bistro table and chairs on the front porch. There's a good-sized dog named Beaner who will probably bark and scare the living hell out of you, but that's okay. He's nothing more but a good-sized dog that barks. Next week I hope to have my stuff somewhat organized and put away in a dresser or something, so everybody can sit on my new super-squashy sofa, pet my cat, watch TV, pet my cat, or whatever. Until then, you can come play Xbox or abduct me.
I'm back at the old house again today to eat another salad (my single meal of the day), check the mail, retrieve assorted items, and take a shower. Apparently the cable guy was an absolute dumbfuck, so there won't be cable for a few more days. Honestly, that's fine with me.
I had a dream that I passed out, was told my car was in flames, and talked to a guy who looked like Willie Nelson.