Three Hams Will Kill Him!

Three Hams Will Kill Him!

Katie and I had a fun night. We got some fruit at the store, where she pushed a kid's size cart with one hand while talking to my mom on the cell with the other hand. She looked like a miniature soccer mom.

I've gotta save up for that shotgun. I can't believe how beautiful my daughter is, more so all the time. When I picked her up today, she was finishing up her dance class. The two women waiting with me outside the room were both watching Katie through the window and highly impressed with her peformance. When she came out and yelled "Hi Daddy!" and ran into my arms, I got a couple very, very nice looks from these fine ladies. It's a very weird ego boost, but it seems whenever Katie shows her affection for me in front of people, it's noticed. And it feels very good. she makes me feel like the best dad in the world, even though I know full well it's still a learning process I'm in.

we came back here and ate, playesd with a ball outside, and watched a few episodes of The Brak Show. I'm finally catching up on some of these things. I LOVE Brak,. What a fucking twisted show.

I'm listening to a Hendrix boot called The Sotheby Auction tapes. i've had a shitty mp3 copy of this for some time, but my new version (I love the Internet) sounds so much better it's ridiculous. It's mostly Axis: Bold As Love outtakes, and it's a load of fun.

Struck out with a girl at work today. She started Monday, when I wasn't feeling good to begin with. (By the way, other than still not sleeping worth a damn, I'm about 90% back to normal, whateve rthe fuck that might be.) I'd worked with her at my last temp job. We've been making basic bullshit small talk through the week, and I think yesterday she could tell I was going to make my move. I did it this morning.

She's taken. Shit.

She was actually friendlier afterwards. She's probably in her mid 20s, a big girl, but very pretty, long thick blonde hair and massive mammalian protruberances.

You know what I'm talking about, guys. When you want to nail a girl just so you can try to fuck her hard enough to get those monsters bouncing around so that she gets double black eyes from getting hit in the face with her own Winnebago Delights, that's some massive fucking tittage we're discussing. I don't know what tent-and-awning shop she bought her bra at, but Praise Jeezus they weren't very good at their handiwork, because just pushing a hand jack (huhuhuhuhuh) those fuckin' puppies were a joy to behold in all their bounce-a-riffic splendor. I'm talking some fuckin' TITS here. Now I know where Saddam hid those WMDs at. Jimmy Hoffa is trapped between those things. If I stuck my head in there, I'd probably see things the Hubble hasn't found yet.

So that's pretty much all I thought about all day. Oh, and her ass. Which is about as big as a parking garage, and I have just the "vehicle" in mind, huhuhuhuhuhuhuh.

"Am I evil? Yes, I am
Am I evil? I am man, yes, I am." - Diamond Head

Love,
Dougie
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The Sotheby Tapes finished, I'm now enjoying what claims to be the best recording of Jimi jamming with Jack Bruce and Buddy Miles, with Jim McCarty on second guitar. Hey, how can THAT be bad? Over 1/3rd of a show from the current Roger Waters tour is on my drive as well. Gosh darn it, I love the Internet.

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