Confessions....

-I like my hand writing better when I write with a pencil.

-Some people think of their boyfriends when they hear a song or smell something nice. I think of the boy every time I park in the parking garage for work. There is this little white pick-up that always parks near me and they have a MeatJack sticker on their back window. It always reminds me of him.

-I saw a truck yesterday parked downtown. It was one of those Ford F150's. I happened to notice that it had a pair of huge fake brass testicles hanging from its tow jack. It sort of made me giggle just due to its absurdity. Then all I could think of was that they probably scrape the ground everytime that guy drives over a speed bump. I wonder if he can hear his brass nuts scraping? Probably not over the Skinard.