Well, someone wrecked my brain. It was proposed that I should write one about Jessica Alba living under my bed. And I wasn't going to do it. But, there it was, festering. So I had to. I hope she doesn't sue me. I totally dig her, but there I went, making her a monster under a child's bed. Shameful!
Other that that, not much to report. I really, for real, have to sell my truck. It's taking up space in the yard, and not getting any younger. It sucks though. I really like it. But it gets shitty mileage, and just isn't practical for everyday use. So I charged up the battery, because it sat outside all winter, and it fired right up, and I took it for a ride down the road. Now, more than ever I'll miss it. It still drives so sweet.
But that's silly talk, missing a truck. bah. Cheers everyone.
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