Jail

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Since the holiday season is more about D.U.I.s than anything else I thought I would check out prison now that the holidays are over and it is safe.  Orange does not go with my spots, but apparently they let you have accordians.  This reminds me of the time I first came home and Kim thought she could contain me in a cage.  My adorableness is unaffected by captivity.  I was not in there for more than five minutes before Jeff broke me out.  That reminds me of the time Kim tried to put up one of those kid gates to keep me in the kitchen.  I climbed over it.  No one is sure how it was possible. But I landed pretty hard on the other side.  Jeff took the gate down for safety reasons.  Stupid gate.  On the way here I listened to Frank Black.  The record was Teenager of the Year.  The Pixies are okay, but this record is really good.  I hope some day I can be teenager of the year.  I think Frank was like 40 when this record was released.  I do not want to wait until I am 40 to get a tiara and flowers like he did.  Nevermind. No Prison can hold me.  Jeff, if you are reading this smuggle me a taco from Taco del Mar or a steak sub from Subway with a file inside.  My nails are getting too long.  Then break me out of here.