I get new haircut and new clothings and injections in forhead from local veterinarian and now allow the left side of my face to be photographed by my Great Aunt Svetlana whose breath smells like cabbage.
Soon I travel to big city to meet society friends but have none to wear. You like my tumblepress, you buy for me. WANT!
I drink the vodka, I read about birthday party in San Francisquin only til wee hours and then the goat give birth to baby goat and I have to deal with that (it baby boy that I name Britt). BUT I OKAY FOR NIGHT TWO!
Tonight I drink the vodka and read about people in the city acting crazier than my poor cousin Bogdan who got kicked in the head by pack mule when he little boy.
