midnight

Haha. We had a contractor come here one time and while working, they broke a spigot. They had the goddamn audacity to tell us they'd fix it, for a price. Like, hell no, mother fucker. You broke it, so you just bought it, bitch.

Build the wall.

That...um...looks like shit. These must have been white dudes.

I mean, I've never heard of doing shit in the shadows, or whatever it's called. Makes sense to me.

Thanks. They aren't back from Atlanta yet?

But I thought you were big on Jesus?

We have celebrated Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas, my whole life. I do, however, get tired of the holidays. As I have gotten older, they just don't mean as much to me anymore. Lot of cooking and cleaning up afterwards. Just so people can eat. And then a ton of leftovers. Turns out, I only needed to buy 1/4 of what I bought. No one was really feeling it this year. Glad it's over. Plus, I'm fucking sick....again. My goddamn throat isn't going to leave me alone until I develop cancer and die.

We are done with Easter. Cooked. Everyone ate. Done. I need a shower. I smell like the grill. Like a minimum wage waitress with no teeth at the Waffle House.

I think you stole my cat.

I did. Babies wake up all through the night. I am right. As usual.

Well, I went to bed two hours ago, and both my arms and legs are restless. So, after almost two hours of tossing and turning, I just got back up. I am miserable.

Proper sentence structure and proper spelling, is in fact, the key to the longevity of the Queen's English. For when used properly, it is one of the most beautiful sights for the eyes to behold. It is a favourite of mine to see, in all of its glory. (Notice how Americanized electronic devices, such as our computers, do not recognize the proper spelling of favourite). Congratulations to both Disco, for her new found glory, and Jackie Marie for her acceptance into a prestigious university.

I took over this account after the original piece of shit died, along with Packard, in a casino accident.

I don't know.

Is that like jacking off in the dark?

Better than gift of NABs.

I wasn't. Unless he wanted me to. I only know him as Sandstone, so I couldn't really do that anyways. ''Yes. Sandstone from the boards is feeling down."

We all think about death. I don't suffer from any mental illnesses,,,,that I know of, and I think about death. I don't fear it, and I don't care when it comes. I'm not going to instigate it, but when it comes knocking, I'll answer the door. So, don't feel like only people who have mental illnesses think about death. We all do.

Yeah that's what I mean. Because that's how it sounds. Just get to the er the moment you think you can't handle it anymore. Because if you do something like kill yourself, well, bro, that there is permanent. Nothing is so bad that death is the answer.

Tell me that 20 page shit fest didn't help trigger this?

Do I need to call the hotline for you, bro?

If you don't think you can make it til the doc appointment, go to the er.

I think the weight loss will definitely play into this. Your dosage would change, I'm thinking. So, maybe it's nothing more than that. Don't sweat it too much until you see the doc next week.

we are grilling hot dogs, sausage dogs and hamburgers. Hiding eggs for the kids. Family shit.

Yep. We had all the warnings in place here, and got half an inch of rain. Never lost power. Lights never even flickered. The sun was out yesterday morning, then around noon, we got some rain. Then around 4, the sun was back out again.