have a nice day

aimee waited on this table once that made her set a place for their dead father who obviously was not present and they even ordered for him and expected her to act like he was there so she couldn’t lean over the imaginary person.

people are fucked.

i’da been like is your dad a big tipper?

last nite i crammed all of my winter crap (jacket scarf mitts hat) into a grocery bin when we got back and it looks funny. i’m officially a simpleton. right now a toothpick is funny even.

coolness update:

the two boy dogs, max and ollie, are constantly making out with each other. gay dogs are the best.

more important news to come.

this is my sensai

tonite fil is making jumbalaya.

i have been alternating between two different shirts all week long.

i am reading fil’s creative writing reports from 1987 and all he wrote about was squirrels in the forest and louis the dog playing possum. nerd.

i feel like a big sack of boring fatness.

hung over.

remy sneezes to get attention.

that’s funny.

that’s lame that i find that funny.

maybe i’ll stare at people with the binoculars and send them telepathic messages to look up at the window at me from bajillions of feet away.

last nite i passed out in the i am fucking drunk position which looks like half of a somersault.

i am so romantic that way.

this guy was talking like crazy last nite during calla so we had to go stand somewhere else and this other drunkus malunkus was bragging about some guy named ray, some guy who lives in florida and come to think of it i think i actually know who he was talking about. fuck. anyway. it was a good show and fil got hisself a home-made hip hop cd for ten bucks, some jorgy porgy whatever. then we fought over a porkchop and ate salads and i was lying on the couch half asleep trying to get the salad into my mouth.

k bye