i have not blogged since sunday due to my return to cape may on monday to find out that 309's heating unit shit the bed. she was only ten but she looked about 20. lots of fine lines and wrinkles. so, i spent 2 nights in west cape may. root canal. good summary, cmc. now, i am on day two dancing to the space heater shuffle. no blue collar men in sight. it could be a lot worse. it could be 20 degrees not 40. it could be cloudy not sunny. it could be camden not cape may. i could be white trash not ghetto gay. i could be black not white. i meant grey is the new black. calm down everyone. i was going to have a 3 week fat camp in cape may before san fran but that is not going to happen. i got the icalendar up and i am picking outfits in my head. screw this icebox full of stale ice cubes and acme fiesta blend frozen veggies. gotta go back to work building igloos with a bunch of trout lovin' Eskimos. do you think penguins are gay? they always look so nice and they runway perfect. fish food for thought. time to go defrost my talons, have to catch something for dinner. oh, the icicles on top of the house today. a fucking dog came after me behind 309 while i was trying to look at a bunch of old pumpkins from halloween that the squirrels having been bowling for seeds with. he was big, brown, and barky. YUCK. i hid out in the screened in porch till he left. hermes and marc j should start making lots of handbags out of dogs. cause i am over them. especially the loud ones. i would like a pair of 6inch pumps made out of collie fur please. i think i am going to have hummus tonight with a side of PETA....oh shit..the earth ain't round and our nature isn't to be GREEN. thank god or madonna or obama that i am in good spirits are i would be one raging pot of stewed tomatoes boiling over on my holly hobby stove.
payce out, yo.
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