Rain rain go away…

If I ever get married I’m going to give my wife the arm of an African Villager, really it’s the same thing as a diamond. It baffles me how people can cherish something totally covered with blood. Of course I’m writing this all curled up in my panda fur blanket.

I’m in Portland Oregon right now; it’s a nice city but it’s still kind of the Wild West. You can still smoke in bars, and punch some one for swearing in front of your wife. It’s a weird contrast, because there is a lots of hippies here and plaid is very common. I’m just waiting for a hacky sack match to break out at any moment. People are really friendly, I like it.