Which brings me to my wish of the day: I wish there were more winos. Either an increase in the actual number of winos or an increase in the use of the word �wino.� Either one would make me happy. And if they could all be as funny as Woodrow from Sanford & Son, that would be better. But if they all married someone as ugly as Aunt Esther�well, screw it. Let �em marry ugly. It�s not like Mary Kate & Ashley will be knocking their door down.
Speaking of green olives�what the fuck is up with those things? I mean, they�re not exactly tasty. Whenever I eat one I scrunch my face up like I�ve just bit into something rotten. Yet, as soon as I swallow it I�m wanting another. That ain�t right. In fact, it�s so not right it�s wrong.
I just talked to my woman and she said she just woke up from a dream she was having about us. I asked her if, in the dream, I was lying on the couch naked demanding she go get me a slice of watermelon�cause that�s how it�s gonna be when we�re hitched.
She said it was similar to that, only she was clocking me upside the head.
I told her as long as she was clocking me with the watermelon, we cool.
Love is in the air.