Free Love.

Kapone's gone. He left today.
But, he'll be living with this nice 20-something girl in Nantucket with another bulldog.












I still miss him though.

FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY!

So, again, I play this foolish-short-attention-spanned game I tend to play with anything I do, especially this blog. I get terrible bored and begin to write in it again, only to stop writing like a month later. But I think it should help my typing and writing skills, and just help me sort out my thoughts. There is stuff I should have written about, like various parties, and painting Kelley's pool, but, honestly, I was too lazy, of course. And I'll start right on from this moment, and forward.





Today I found myself typing the following, it was pretty weird. Probably the beginning of a novel I'll never finish.





Every few hundred years, a person experiences a feeling. A feeling of destiny sweeping over you, almost numbing you. The knowledge suddenly surging into your head that we are all part of something bigger, larger and far grander then ourselves. A feeling of purpose. A feeling that can change one’s views on everything in existence. A feeling that one will change the world.





Sounds like a first paragraph to me.





Also, the other day I bought a henna tattoo kit, and I intend to give myself a tattoo to the likes of Captain Jack Sparrow/Johnny Depp's Jack tattoo. I created this template:

Yeah! Unfortunately, the tattoo is on his[their] right arms, so I'll have to recruit someone to help me. Alright, let's see how long this'll last.