I have sent a letter to my mother basically asking her to re- evaluate her life and stop being a such a psychotic fucking bitch. Included were copies of the greyhound ticket stubs I used to go to NH without telling her. Maybe it will do her some good, I dunno. I'm just sick of acting cheery when she calls.
Just got back from the beach. We had the dog swimming in waves that were about five feet high. I have never seen a dog so determined to get a tennis ball. He knew where his limit was this time, but last time we swam him in those kinds of waves he started simultaneously puking up seawater and blowing it out of his ass about three feet on either side. He didn't get that far this time, but he still got the shit beaten out of him in the water.
NH was a good mental health break. Jess, thanks for dealing with my useless ass for a week. Now I hold an obsession for Full Metal Panic, thanks to Mike. Probably will get some more anime now.
Speaking of NH, while in NH, I ran out of pot. Which kinda sucked. If someone knows where I can get some weed in or around Concord NH in case I run out next time, let me know.
Until next time, put some Cock in your ear.




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