Mary Jane's Last Dance

Hurray! Thursday is supposed to be nice, so the State Fair will be comfortable this year!

Last year it was all drizzly and it was frigid. I don't even think it got out of the 40's. I had on a coat and a hat and gloves and I was still cold. Man, I'm a wuss.

Things I look forward to:

FAIR FOOD. My yearly intake of uber-fatty delicious strange foods. I usually just play it safe and get an Italian sausage and a funnel cake.

That seal show.

Hanging out in the Old Florida section of the fair

FARM ANIMALS (especially the cute ones like bunny rabbits)

Being amused at rednecks in their high fashion, which consists of outdated trends from two or three years ago, plus lots of plaid, camo, Confederate flags, and Big Dog. Nothing says "Redneck Fashion Week" like a pair of terrycloth pants with "Sexy" written on the ass paired with a Big Dog shirt.

Hopefully we'll see the robot again.


So, that's what I'm doing for V-day. Nothing says love like a big ol' funnel cake. (Hey, the restaurants are going to be busy as hell)

Our city is celebrating Christmas with a fatal accident down the road from us.

Our neighborhood is celebrating Christmas with six cop cars outside my apartment building, fucking off and doing nothing. There was a hoodlum outside our neighborhood cursing and driving erratically and pulling the race card on objecting neighbors, and the first cop cars that came LET THE FUCKER GO without running anything.

I dislike the cops in this town, and our neighborhood has gone to shit. Beautiful St. Pete, my ass. If we lived a few miles away where the county sheriffs are in control, they would have taken him right to jail and booked him.

I am starting to hate our neighborhood, and this city kind of sucks. It's sad, but we'd be better off with vigilante cops because the hired cops do nothing but talk on their cell phones in their car, hang out at Bennigan's, and fuck around and do nothing.

I really wish I could say "Merry Christmas" on a higher note, but, well, shit happens I guess. Now I'm off to stick a knife under my pillow and start shopping for Tasers and bear mace.

UPDATE: We had to call the cops again. So, a cop came, and the stupid cop walked RIGHT PAST THE GUY THAT WAS CAUSING THE TROUBLE! We had to yell at the cop to get her attention, and she seemed real nonchalant about it!
If there is a police department that fits the lazy donut-eating stereotype, the St. Pete police department is IT. It makes me feel a LOT less confident about my safety.



Sadly, I'd rather have these guys defending our city.



Psyduck: Florida's mascot. Wikipedia's description of Psyduck: "It is slow-witted and clumsy by nature, and its vacant expression often unnerves its foes."