prestently listening to:m mom threatening to kick my brother "in the butthole" if he asks to go surffing again today

intentions to: get dressed and pick out the most fabulous pumkin this shabby apartment has ever seen!

soberity level: who needs drugs when you have an insane family in your ear

today i'm going to get pumkins with my mom, sister, and brother. the place we normaly go to to get our pumkins, Pasterino's, has elephant rides. elephants? this place is on the coast, where real pumkins grow. its cold, over cast and they imported elephants? Half Moon Bay, the coastl town closest to me (20 min drive over a BIG hill), is a quaint farm like area with a mix of yuppys, farm workers (illegal imigrants) and surffers. What the fuck are they doing with elephants?!?

where the elephants come from? how'd they get here, physically? they, the packiderms, must be PIST! its damn cold! don't they live in Africa 'n shit? the idea of elephants cruzin down the beach envokes one of those Warrner Brothers cartoon's blank looks of surprize. all of you whom couldn't picture this look, go watch some Buggs Bunny.