Digital Cowboy

I give up.

Today we got a box from grampa that contained $20 worth of junk food and cost nearly $15 to send.

Among the mess was a can of spray cheese.

Enough said.

(Except that I’m not really giving up. The only fight that I will never quit is the one to protect my daughters.)

Cynthia Mckinney is an ignorant nigger.

How’s that?

That bitch is too stupid to continue living and there are people continuing to vote for her? Take a guess what state she’s from.

I’m seeing a pattern.

I would love to take a swing at her. She has no reasonable expectation to be spared because she’s a broad after the shit she’s done.

I’m all about equal rights and she has it comin’.

I’m not optimistic, but, dear lord, I hope they lock that retard up! She broke the law. Put her away for a while.

I’m long over due for a haircut and the last one I got was so bad that I can’t imagine anyone could do worse. So tonight, as I was putting my daughters to bed, I asked them if they wanted to give me a haircut tomorrow.

Initially I was joking, but they were so excited that they could barely go to sleep. So now I’m stuck.

That’s OK. As I said, no one could do worse than the last one and I would rather see their smiles than pay someone that’s not even more skilled than them.

I’m willing to live with whatever they end up with. Worst case, I might have to shave it all. That’s fine with me, too. If that’s what it comes to. They’re bound to have fun regardless.