Amy Winehouse is a train about to go off the rails.

I love every minute of her.

Somehow all of the shit that she pulls is almost too much to be believed and I often wonder if it is publicity or just Amy in solid form. Sure she's a crackhead, cutter and co-dependant drunk but the girl has got soul. She is on the Janis Joplin fast track out but hopefully she can turn herself around at some point.

Amy, keep keeping it real because I love that about you.

Besides, who else would have the balls to use the day off from rehab to go bar hopping??

heh.

Good Lord, you park fans get restless...
Truth is I haven't had much of anything to say, no park mail to answer lately and I have been in silent competition with someone else who refuses to update their blog as well. So on the note of having nothing to say, please allow me to ramble and maybe we will come up with something.

My Dish is one insane crazy bastard folks. It keeps changing channels at will and for some unknown reason, feels compelled to tune into the Hawaiian Sirus channel every morning at 9am. Disturbing.

Big Love has wrapped up for the season and I am sad.
- God only knows what I'd do without them..

We have a dead-end street here at the trailer park with no sign of indication. Oh how I love watching cars fly down this street at high rates of speed only to slam on the brakes before winding up in the tree. That is entertainment, ain't it?

Daddy blew up my weed eater. It seems the good folks of Arlington are on him again and I loaned it out in an effort to keep him out of jail.. Apparently the cheap models do not do well clearing around various implements of destruction and it begin smoking rather violently. I'm some how sure it's still sitting in the middle of the road right where Daddy threw it.

And now back to our regularly scheduled Hawaiian programming..