Slight Retaliation of Meloncholy...ness...

Typical vacation day. Think about what I want to do, but to lazy to really ever get around to it. Can't go into the city, tension. What do I do, what can I do, what will I do? But I can't leave you to answer for me. My head is screaming, really, really loud. So hard I can't think about what to write next, what do I write? Yet again, I can't let you answer that. Pie for breakfast, tingle my taste buds. Only half a slice though, no need to retaliate. Bacon, yes, bacon. The top of the breakfast food chain. Yes, hot chocolate! And bacon, mmmmm, that sounds tasty.

Annoying chihuahua movie, little chihuahuas, putting poop in peoples shoes, or better yet, tea cups. "Hold your tacos" says the little George Lopez. Mini-George Lopez, K9 George Lopez... And here comes one of the most disturbing, disgusting, and mean thing I have ever heard of. Dog fights. Who would train such sweet things, to kill other doggies? Why? Does it make the dog fight dudes feel good? To watch innocent dogs fight each other and maul each other. They need to stop, really, it's not cool. Go watch WWE or something, not dogs fighting. Personally, both WWE and dog fighting are retarded, watching little dogs fight each other vs watching grown men throw each other around in tights? Yuck.

Finally the dogs got out, everyone was fine. Yada yada. Cute dogs though, and awesome Day of The Dead re-inactment. El Dia de los Muertos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Honestly this blog really has no point so, bye!