Dear Diary
My elbow is behind me, my ass in the middle of my arm
My elbow is behind me, my ass in the middle of my arm
My elbow is behind me, my ass in the middle of my arm
Okay got it.....and they say I don’t know my ass from my elbow
Say, good news! I’m planning to axed the bored of supervisors...that kinda like the guys who run apartment building except they let women do it too....for $1 million for an anti-missle device to secure the port of Baltimore.
You know, all the problems we face in our public persona, persona being a place in Italy or Mexico, I forget... can be traced to an unenlightened attitude of the people we have gunned down. The newspaper guy says I live in my own little world...yeah? And so what....they know me here. Hey you know what happened? Yesterday, I forgot to come back to work after lunch.
So I went to the racetrack in Charlestown....I was in the neighborhood.... I played a great horse. It took seven horses to beat him. I guess I should have known, that was the first time I saw a horse start from a kneeling position. Then I spotted him at the two dollar window betting on another horse in the same race. Half way through the race, my horse come sup to me and asks “Which way did they go?” He was so slow the jockey kept a diary of the trip. He was so late getting home, he tiptoed into the stable.
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