Well-
Once again, full moon, no changes.
And- come to think of it, I really haven't been peeing on stuff as much as I used to.
Maybe this is it?
Hmm.
Of course, tonight is the last night, so I'm gonna be in the cage again.
I'm going to take a chance, and move my bed in there, so I can actually sort of sleep.
The fucking chickens run everywhere, have me up at dawn, and the cow fucking stinks.
If this is it, and I actually am not a werewolf anymore, didn't one of you commentors mention that it's impossible to get a cow to walk downstairs?
I might have a problem there.
Still, if I'm not a werewolf anymore, that would be awesome!
We'll see after tonight.
Sundown is in two hours.
This is nervewracking as hell.
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Just relax and repeat the Beast Mantra over and over- it'll help. "I AM a Beast....I AM a Beast... I AM a Beast". See? Anyways, whether or not you're still a Werewolf, remember that you're still my idol. Chutes. From; your Beast Idolizing Friend.
Well, even if you're not a werewolf anymore, you should keep blogging - you're funny as fuck, Kirk.
Let us know what happened...
Perhaps you can cut a deal with Peter Luger, they butcher your cow in exchange for a few free porterhouses. Or, learn how to do it yourself and grill all summer long. There's a poultry butcher under the BQE, you can get those chickens taken care of too... maybe exchange one for duck, yummy duck. Oh, the possibilities.
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