You know, when you read a lot, and write a lot, you don’t get too much exercise. Add to that some sub zero weather conditions, and you know what happens?
I’ll tell you. You cook a lot. And you bake some apple cobblers and chocolate chip cookies. And you want to have bacon and pancakes for breakfat. I mean breakfast.
Yes, that’s right. Then you weigh yourself and it’s as if a small heavy alien has implanted itself in your intestines. Or it’s on your back and you can’t see it. Or the digital scale has problems!
That’s what happens.
Julia - 10:52 AM
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Aw, man, this shit is wack, yo!
What de fuck, mon, you so cold! Why you gotta be so cold, and shit? Don't you have nothing better to do? There's all dis white stuff on the ground and that ain't no coca-ina, or dope, yo! You ain't snortin up that shit. It's plow time, motherfucka! You know that's true.
Oh, whatever.
Julia - 8:29 AM