Neighbors. One of our friendly neighbors keeps calling the local street police about my boyfriend's car, or his boat. Sure, the 87 Celica isn't as pretty as the BMWs, and the boat makes a lot of noise, but we bring the "variety" and um, "uniqueness" to the neighborhood. We are special.

Local Ventura Hero 

Roger Mexico

Glory...gory, I'mafoolyeah. I didn't think I would ever be able to get a blog on this site because apparently everyone in the universe-alien and farm animal-now has a blog site. My url came from a random finger placement in Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow. Thank god there wasn't already a Roger Mexico in this land of blogsphere urls because there sure as hell is a "sureto" a "pancakes" a "dingledangle" a "dingle," definitely an "arrgh."

I checked out a few other free blogsites before resigning myself to this one. Let me tell you, some of the folks at Xanga.com really love their pets and letting you know-to the millisecond-how long they've been dating Becky. It's okay. I realize that here I am with nothing to say so I crack on innocent others. (By the way it's been 1 year, 9 months, 4 days, 23 hours, 3 minutes, 40.001 milliseconds for me)

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was on a floating dock. A friend told me how he beat the seasickness everyone else was experiencing. He told me that he would just skip breakfast and later take one of his pills instead. I asked him what type of drug was in the small white capsule and he said, "It's scrambled eggs. Once I swallow the pill, I feel like I've had a wonderful scrambled eggs breakfast, and I don't feel nauseous."

I think it meant that I should start taking vitamins again. Either that or I was just hungry.