Huge babies, squirrels and monkeys

I am back. Just reading about some Connecticut woman who broke the record for biggest baby. She gave birth to a 14 pound 13 ounce son. Apparently, the kid came out fully dressed, too. That sound you heard was not Velcro ripping. All I can say is "OUCH!". I do not think that this more comment.

Yup, I got nothing. I am listening to The Strokes, though, so that has to count for something. Life's simple pleasures, good tunes.

Have I mentioned that I hate squirrels? Well, I do. I see NO use for those fucking bushy tailed rats. I am not fond of rats either, but at least they try to remain invisible. Out of sight, out of mind must be the rat motto. Not those fucking squirrels! They are everywhere...on the neighbor's roof....in the trees.......in the garbage.......in the street........run over by a car and flattened with innards hanging out (that cannot be good, whatever you are. But, I do not seem to mind them that way, one less I have to be concerned with). Everywhere!

Okay, I am centered once again. Deep breath. It could be worse. It could be alligators. Then again, I would love to see an alligator on the neighbor's roof or in the trees, just once, anyway. Looking at it through a window gives a sense of security. It is kind of like African Lion Safari without having the monkeys shit on the car. What gets rid of monkey shit? You have to clean the car pretty quickly because that monkey shit is like sufuric acid, it starts eating through the paint on contact. The only thing worse for your car's paint is Monkee shit, especially Mickey Dolenz shit, or, maybe Peter Tork.

No psychotic phone calls lately. I am in avoid mode with that one. That is all I have to say for now. Ciao!