baby, i saw they kicked you down
righty-o then chap. due to my extensive training in unloading trucks and skills in putting stock out, i managed to unpack half of my shit in the span of an hour. the goal of the day was to unpack all of the records and get those on the beast of a shelving unit, mission accomplished. i had to stop though because i couldn’t push myself too hard due to the sickness. i came across a bunch of records i didn’t even know i owned, what a delight. it seems like all of the vinyl was in tact, a relief. i guess i knew i had nirvana – bleach on red colored vinyl, that was one of the records that ryan found on the street, but i got really fucking excited when i saw it. reunited and it feels so good.
i found out erica has a self-cleaning dog. there is a daschund and miniature greyhound. frankie, the frankfurter, was lying on his back wanting me to pet him and just started pissing. i thought, “oh no. is this a taste of things to come? do i have to clean up this dog’s pee?” well, frankie answered that question by rolling over and licking up his own pee. what a swell guy.
my voice is really raspy and hoarse today. it doesn’t hurt or anything, it just sounds kinda sexy. you’ll have to pay 99 cents per minute if you want to talk to me on the telephone.
self cleaning and a recycling, very green, very green.
I knew someone who was a phone sex operator, she’s a nasty skank, but she basically just had to call into a number and sit there for 4 hours a week waiting for people to call her. I don’t remember what her phone sex name was, probably dirty skank. I’m not certain though.