|Testing...does this diary work?
||[Jan. 8th, 2006|08:26 pm]
You're only as old as you feel
|||||The one and only Ella||]|
Well, my boys finally convinced me to get with the times and start this online "diary" I could tell you my life story, but I wouldn't want to bore you with the ramblings of an old man.
The boys and I returned to my old childhood cabin up in upstate NY. Boy, it sure does bring back memories, like the time Carlo used to pretend he was a ghost and made me piss in my sheets. He sure was a dick. Why was I always Carlo's room mate? Ma always stuck us together, like I needed the protection of that over beefed up ape. I think Ma secretly got a kick having me run over and ask to sleep in her bed. (I was always a such a mama's boy.) I think the boys will really enjoy it up here. They can go hunting. They love to hunt. Maybe Cath can catch us some dinner. I can sure go for some venison right about now.
Shit. I drooled on the keyboard. Paloma's gonna kill me.
Wow, This diary is better then the pictures. Sure beats writing on paper, and what convienience.
Well, Loma just cooked up some picadillo. drool! drool!
Cath's leaning over my shoulder. He thinks I'm so unhip. Well I'll show him. Now I have "technology" to back me up.
Oh what will they think of next?
Well, catch ya later kids.