A man just walked in with a small bunny on his shoulder. This is normal for the G'vlle.
Nothing is coming in words for me to complain with except to say, where is the fucking love? (Oh, and the money.) There's a great lobster special at Paramount Grill (great Gainesville restaurant) and I have no money to get it. You can not imagine the pain this causes me. Even if I managed to raise the funds, every bite would be sadness because I would be there alone. At least that guy has a bunny. I just have this beer, and you, blog.
Hey blog, wanna' fuck? Yeah, I didn't think so. Me neither, I guess. I now see why I haven't been maintaining you, blog, on a regular basis. The talent is gone. Well, Heineken Light, I guess it's just you and me.