my ipod looks up from me and blinks. i think it has a crush on me… or maybe its possed by a humble romantic spirit from the past. modern day Poltriguest meets Maximum overdrive. 

one of my fans.

im putting on a good shirt, then go and see caroline. she likes the good shirts. 

a hot air balloon ride. weeee

and so the day comes to a close with peter gabrial singing out ooh oooh ooh. the cat who still wont look in me in the eyes because i canceled her credit cards. cat nip abuser. the roommate warms the other end of the house in sweet conversation with his darling bird. here Pete comes again. i guess the repete button went form off to, on. it was switched to sigue ros. swagger move. the cat runs about the apartment lost in a world of lorax trees. chasing a thumb tack through the hall way the cat does doeth. riding by the Jif factory tonight from the food factory my nostrils were encompassed by super nodes of sweet buttery jif peanut butter wadfting through the air. the worlds largest peanut butter factory in the solar system was ten feet away from me. a super power of peanut buying, Jif was ranked super great when it came to eating. my bike ride took me home to my apartment. now, this apartment is not just another apartment where apartments look similar or are similarly shaped like apartments. 

good night. 

it took me a minute to find the post button

when i arroved home this… yes varoline arroved. when i arrived home this evening the lights were of and the cat greeted me at the door as usual brandish my cane, hunting knife, pint o- whiskey and the days fecal leavings. i found this all interesting primarily because this morning when i left for work she was passed out drunk on the couch with a little empty bag of Nip’. i doubt a cat in her condition could feasibly carry all these items i listed 3 rows above here. nothing of this sort ever occured here tonight in apartment fifteen. i sit with the purring one at the foot of my bed. he hasnt any hands the bed. the bed hasn’t any hands. the clock does though. the beholder has an eye too. the day was well. an old Hispanic gentleman going by the street name of Carloz offered to give me a ride home tonight in his  car. i obligized and he took me home. his wife and family are back in mexico. tonight i washed dishsd with this man for 10 hours. he is a great guy. but his foot is hurting. good night from JTS enterprises.