Gorgeous Day
August 28th, 2003 byI have a secret urge to own a chihuahua and a motor scooter. Some kind of vespa or an aprilla or someting. Why? One, chihuahuas are the only kind of dog I’ve found myself to get along with. They are compact, mean as the devil himself, and really loyal to their owners. They have no idea how big they are or whether it matters. Yeah, yeah, they are obnoxious and stupid little dogs. I should be in love with giant huskies right? Something that fits my outdoorsy lifestyle? Yeah, maybe. But when you can put the dog into the top pocket of my Lowe Alpine pack and it will ferociously fend off my camp from bears regardness of it’s size, who cares if it can’t keep up on the trail. And two, scooters, just about the most useless mode of transportation a person can own in Eugene. Well, they just look like fun. So there it is. You all know my dark secret now. Maybe it’s my soft side. Every tough guy has his soft side. Remember, they made a whole CD of bad butt-rock about it.
It’s a nice enough day today, I don’t care.