seems to have discovered Viagra...
He was able to get it up one more time and
dump about six inches of snow all over
my part of new jersey...
this is not the nice fluffy stuff, this is
wet, heavy, heart attack stuff. it's like
shoveling wet cement.
so much for spring, huh?
just another lovely day on the least coast...
whenever I would come to visit you,
the second thing you would do was
put on a pot of coffee.
6 scoops of coffee.
6 cups of water.
You owned only two old mugs;
one had a picture of an angel,
the other, a map of Idaho.
"I'm inside out."
"What?"
"I'm inside out."
"What?"
"Are you fucking deaf? I said,
I'm inside out."
"Hmm, I think you're fucking
crazy... and stop swearing."
"mmm..."
"What's wrong with you?"
"If I told you, it would just piss you off."
"You're already pissing me off."
"Yeah? Too bad. You want to know
what's wrong with me?
Well, here you go...
Number one, I can't levitate anymore.
Number two, wood.
Number three, you're deaf.
Number four, I don't give a shit."
"You are fucking crazy."
"Maybe if I spin around real fast,
I'll puke and we'll both disappear."
"I'm going to bed, I don't want to listen
to this shit."
"Don't die in your sleep."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"No, the paperwork would suck."
"Fuck you."
I'm sitting here drumming my fingers on the table, not a thought
worth a damn in my head...
if this keeps up, I'm going to freak...
someone I read everday has been suffering from insomnia,
I sleep like the dead and can't even come up with anything to
assail your senses with...
so, I'm going to go beat a heater, look at the stars then
go to bed...
I've made plans to party with some friends on Saturday night, lots of
wine, beer, food and tobacco...
maybe that will loosen up the old grey matter a bit...
at least I'll have a hangover story for you...
be well, stay safe, pray for peace...
'night
I am in a quandry...
for some reason, perhaps due to the apparent onset of spring,
I seem to be in an unusually good mood...
while this, in and of itself, is not a bad thing, it certainly makes it hard
to put forth with the usual droll blather you have become so fond of...
It's even depressing me to read through my diaries to see if there is anything
even remotely down that would fit my mood of the not to distant past...
however, it is even depressing me to read them so....
I don't know what to say. I think I will see if the doctor can prescribe some
sort of depressant...
perhaps you can piss me off in the new comments section....
well, I'm going to go eat some red meat and drink some stout now, perhaps
that will give me the edge I need to get back to my usually somber self...
if not, then I will write happy things! right...
be back later...
