To my joy another morning turd was welcomed with rain and muggy skies.

I am so out of shape that a few days ago I did 20 push ups and am still sore from shoulder to ribs. Not to mention that by #17 my arms were so shaky I almost dropped myself on my face. The next morning I tried to do 10 and made it 7 with out crying.

Last night while I was at Souplantation I watched a huge lady (she was massive, like a blimp) who noticed I was headed to the strawberry lemonade so she hurried up to get there before me. I watched her fill her cup all the way to the top (like right at the rim). She then took a sip and moved it down a centimeter if lucky and she then filled it back to the rim of the cup. I remain convinced she could’ve done without that sip.

Nothing cracks me up like Dracula ordering two Bloody Mary’s.

My Dad died four months ago yesterday. He visits me in my dreams, with cryptic Lynch like advice. This event has left me sort of empty and thrown me back into the old “bad dreams about Christy” phase.  If it’s not confused and tear ridden then it’s rage and hateful.

Got the white version of Usugrow’s Rebel Ink figure by Secret Base. It’s super mashin’, the sculpt is pretty killer as is the gnarly silk screened back tat (A multi armed skull headed rendition of Virgin Mary that would make any Hispanic lady shake a little).