V rented a bunch of movies today, and they were all bad. Like, awful bad. At least the final two were Ammityvilles, which we expected to be bad.
Kyle is back, wandering around the house for a week while Paul and Debbie go to Disneyland for thier aniversary. The Butter hates him. She hisses, shakes, and spit at anything that comes near when kyle is in the room. It's for this reason that we have begun shock treatments on the cursed beast.
This morning, to celebrate my new job, I took everyone to Carrara's Place, the elusive Saturn Dealership restaurant. Wait... It's a Dodge dealership now. And Carrara's is not open on Saturdays anymore, something we discovered abruptly yesterday.
Anyway, Jerry Brown was eating next to us, chowing down with someone he didn't seem to like very much. I jumped him outside and stuffed my wallet in his mouth. Then I covered his face in the butter I had snatched from the table. He protested profussely, but V had arrives by then, and she quickly subdued the dazed mayor.
In the end, I got him to agree to an interview before Wednesday. he'd never heard of Oakland magazine. I rectified that by beating him senseless with a copy just before we let him go naked and tied on the northern shores of Marin county. I doubt that he'll find a way of removing the radio collar we put on him. that should ensure that I can contact him when I need to.
I love technology