Mechanical Legs

Right. Sorry about the flitty, emasculating and emotional crap yesterday. I promise not to do it ever again. Until I feel it necessary to do so. Which may be later today for all I know. I don't determine these things in advance. I'm not like that. I'm a spur of the moment fella. If I want to write 40 pages about puppy dogs and ice cream, I'll fucking do it. But I can promise you I will never write about puppy dogs eating ice cream. Never.
So, I was feeding my puppy ice cream last night. I believe she liked it. She's a good dog. Funny. I will miss her the most during my training. I mean we have a lot of fun together. See what I did there? I said I wasn't going to do it and I went and done did it. That's how I roll. I throw curve balls.
Fuck I am leaving soon. It's frightening. It really is. You know what it is? It's fear of the unknown. That's what it is. I have never understood that before now. I'm freaking out about it. It's like the first time I ever had sex. Only now I'm not drunk, naked or wishing I was somewhere else than on a couch.
Anyway, I am thinking that after my training and all. When I get some time to myself. I am thinking I might want to go to Ireland. Back to the Motherland. I'd like to find a nice lady. Who speaks hot. Not about sex, just...I dig accents. I do. I really do. I'm like a woman when it comes to that shit. I have a hard time meeting women I like in America. Why would I think I could do this in Ireland? The law of averages is what I'm getting at here people. I like laws. Except the one about gravity, I hate that shit.