Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Lotta stuff goin down, on, up, to the side, across the street. Add all layers of etcetera you can possible consider. We moved. On up to the eastside. Literally. And it’s made a ton of difference, wowsers, lovin it Maynard. Kay, gonna holla at you wit the real. Nah, kiddin. Starting to remember why I stopped writin crap here. It just comes out like this. Much ado about sumpin, but decipherable only to the few, the just, the strong, residents of trillville condescending on a piece of scenery like they straight blanketed it. Can’t be havin it. Scrappy doo out.