The Date

Today Cameron and I went on a fancy at a fancy restaurant for fancy people. I simply swiped my EBT card and we instantly got free food. God bless the American Welfare System. I'm so glad I can mooch off the government tit for my amusement and pleasure. As we were eating dinner, Cameron told me how she's been having weird dreams lately and I told her it was probably her pain medication from all the sick she has. On our way home I told her to write a dream journal because that is what normal people do with their spare time. The title of her dream journal is the name that she picked, it's called "My Dark Journal" Which is really weird because I think that was a movie or something. The journal was pink and not very dark at all.

When did this all start Robert?

Well it all started when my girlfriend, Cameron, made me my usual bread in a can, and eggs, with a side of delicious bacon. She learned how to cook at the local Woman's club. The Woman's club is essentially a giant kitchen in which other women converse and share recipes with each other, I guess I'm getting a little off topic, back to the story. Usually when she makes bacon she puts it on the side of the plate, just how I like it, but today was different, the eggs that she made were in the middle of the plate, and the bacon, was in almost an X format over the eggs. It seemed to freak me out so I called her a filthy slut and told her not to make my eggs like that again. Geez. Women. What disturbed me is after I called her that, she began to speak in taco language, or Spanish as some may call it or some other language I didn't really know, it was kinda weird. I'm going to go to bed. I find this whole writing thing rather droll.

Hello Everyone!

My name is Robert Chomsky, I don't know why I started doing this blog thing, but it seems kind of fun right now. This is just a blog about all the weird shit that's been going on with my girlfriend. I want to document it with pictures and writing because we're too poor to afford a camera.