Hey Y'all computer is still down!

That's right
So you have missed
out on me yelling
a lot about
the supermodel
who survived the tsunami.

It made her a "better person."

I'm glad it took nearly getting killed, a few hundred thousands deaths, death of her fiance and the ruined lives of a few million people
to wake up a s skinny, hot, rich, supermodel and
get her to appreciate life.

I think she can now live life one day at a time.

I wonder if the Holocaust was for Paris, but just missed her birth by 40 years or so.

Three Little Words

Those three little words will get you into a lot of trouble in life. First, she will look up at you and say the words like she means it. Her mouth will part. Those sweet little red lips will move. They will tell you to do things. Things you would not do yourself. Those lips of hers move and then you find yourself burying bodies in the desert.

"I love you."

She stares straight into your eyes and you believe. She has on bright red lipstick and perfect white teeth to match. Her blonde spiral perm is blowing in the wind. She kisses at your bottom lip and then your chin. She moves the shovel out from in between you and presses against you.

"I bet you want me to dig this." You think in your mind. It's best to keep thoughts like that to yourself. After all you are burying little dead grey aliens in the Arizona desert. You hardly need anything else dramatic going on.

"After we're done I am going to show you Flagstaff, you'll love it." She tells you. You've been to Flag before and hung out at her old college sports bar and you didn't think it was such a big deal.

Are you going to remind her that that she's taken you there before? No. That would be a bad idea. The last time you were there another girl had tried to get your attention by standing in front of you and the big screen. And Rhonda got pissed. Made a big scene. Rhonda threatened to kick that girls ass. You had to plead with Rhonda to leave. That it was no big deal. That the girl had a big ass and you were in no way interested in her.

Rhonda was a bit nuts. Which is probably the reason you are standing 2 feet deep in a hole that you've been digging in for the last hour. The heat is killing you. The sun is near set, but it's still at least 96 degrees out.

Rhonda must be nervous, because she is chain smoking. Rhonda always chains smokes whenever she gets nervous. She's sitting in the jeep with the door open. Cigarette after cigarette. She's opened the door so you can hear the music playing. Rhonda thinks the radio will may you digg faster. If Metallica wants to hop out of the jeep and pick up a shovel- things might go faster. Otherwise this is going to be slow. You are not prepared for all this physical activity, even after all the fucking you've been doing lately.

I can't think of two clever ways of telling you I have no access to the Internet. My computer is broke. And it's not even my computer. --No I did not break it. One day after a trip Vegas it simply had a message on the screen about windows 32 file being bad. It wants windows to be reinstalled. I think. But I am not going to mess another person's computer.

I hope to return to the Internet soon, so that I can to attend to you, my rabid collection of wounded ducks.

Stay Freaky.

Cuddles.

Romius T.