Tyler Watson Blog 2

This blog is different from the last, not related.


So it turns out my baby only eats cooked carrots, bullshit. The circus has come to town, and I am this close to having enough money to go, if it weren’t for my baby. I hear they have a lion this year, which would be awesome to see. I’ve dreamed of lions in my sleep, dreamed of them. But this stupid baby of mine keeps pooping itself and it takes me three hours to clean it up. I’m this close to putting it into a daycare service I swear. I got a job promotion at the q-tip factory, a three thousand dollar raise, but I missed my first day of work because my baby pooped. And my baby only eats cooked carrots, so you can vividly picture what that poop looks like. I need to get my baby diapers, that might be one of the reasons that it takes me so long to clean it up, but I really want to go to the circus, they say that someone is going to stick their head into the lion’s head. I really want to see that, because there’s a good chance that that person will get their head bitten off. Lions probably like it when you stick your head in their mouths. Dammit, talking about this circus again, I have to go! I guess I’ll have to sell my baby’s crib, that thing cost a hundred dollars! I could probably sell it in time for the circus for at least two dollars, that’s all I’m short. The circus is so close I can almost taste it. I’m going to have to sneak into Mr. McGregor’s garden and steal more carrots. It’s a pain in my ass. Plus, I actually have a pain in my ass that I need to have the doctor look at. BUt these carrots, I have to pull them out of the ground and stuff. All for my baby. The things I do for parenthood, I swear.