What a Day!
It's pretty crazy. My uncle Roger came over and said we had to watch Oz. The show has good dialogue with interesting ironic twists and parable, but the violence and rape and rape-related violence were um, what's the term grandmama uses all the time..."disturbingly arousing?" But then Roger said I had to "help him enjoy the show with my hands" and I pretended like I was going to but then I threw his Miller Lite in his face and jumped out the window. We only live on the second floor so I'm ok. So I hopped on the bumper of an ice cream truck and rode for about four hours before the driver yelled at me and made me get off. He said I could sit in the front and he'd give me a ride home but he was wearing shorts so I couldn't. So I was lost for a while but then I realized I was only two blocks away from the duplex and I limped home. Roger was gone when I got back but grandmama made me crouch in the closet and pray all night because I was late coming home. But that's ok, I can bench 117 lbs.