Why do I want to talk about politics?
I don't.
But considering the last several days, even months, I am behooved to make a statement.
Yeah.
Things like Crack & Heroin & the Occupation in Iraq.
I just had to say this.
Additionally, something else entered & exited my brain (via my mouth)......
"Racism is a trough"...
Words to live by.
(Addendum)
Does anything know anybody about St. Paul & St. Barnabus in Antioch? Research for a project.
(Addendum 5328)
Yuck cucky ick bla.
It's a crappy ass day in Boston.
Some bum stole my umbrella and all I have is this crappy frigging little lilac colored girl's umbrella I found in the trash pile. Every time it rains my head stays dry, but the rest of me ends up drenched.
I'm still achey from laughing so hard the last few days. It's all Stormy's fault.
Every time I go outside it pours. As soon as I go inside, it stops. Except the last time. I just waited 'til the rain stopped. I might be dry in a week.
Maybe I'll just go to the laundromat, strip, & throw them in the free dryers "til they're .... dry.
For some reason I'm restless. I know why. I'm waiting (& waiting & waiting & waiting & waiting) to hear back about a deal I'm working on, to "Talk to some people".... It is, as they say, is killing me.
Not really. It's just frustrating. I guess that's why they call it "a cut-throat" business.
That'll make sense someday...
& the stupid guy that wants me to direct his stupid play won't send me a copy of the lyrics, 'cuz he's "too busy". How the hell am I supposed to get someone interested in a musical play, when half the story's in the lyrics.
Geez.
I'll either have to say "fuck it", get the music on line, or do it by (shudder).... TRADITIONAL MAIL.
THE STORY's about travelling back in time, not REALITY.
& it's supposed to be about progress. (Place favorite cuss here).
So I feel like I'm bored, but I'm not.
This is worse than the first date w/ someone YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT.
There. My bitch for today.
P.S. "trough" is how you spell the word that sounds like "troff"
as in "pig-troff", for (ahem) those of you who don't recall. Unless I'm wrong, & my funny brain is mulching werds.....
Haven't you ever read Charlotte's Web?
Ho hum.
Occupation
Oc-cu-pa-tion.
I don't.
But considering the last several days, even months, I am behooved to make a statement.
Yeah.
Things like Crack & Heroin & the Occupation in Iraq.
I just had to say this.
Additionally, something else entered & exited my brain (via my mouth)......
"Racism is a trough"...
Words to live by.
(Addendum)
Does anything know anybody about St. Paul & St. Barnabus in Antioch? Research for a project.
(Addendum 5328)
Yuck cucky ick bla.
It's a crappy ass day in Boston.
Some bum stole my umbrella and all I have is this crappy frigging little lilac colored girl's umbrella I found in the trash pile. Every time it rains my head stays dry, but the rest of me ends up drenched.
I'm still achey from laughing so hard the last few days. It's all Stormy's fault.
Every time I go outside it pours. As soon as I go inside, it stops. Except the last time. I just waited 'til the rain stopped. I might be dry in a week.
Maybe I'll just go to the laundromat, strip, & throw them in the free dryers "til they're .... dry.
For some reason I'm restless. I know why. I'm waiting (& waiting & waiting & waiting & waiting) to hear back about a deal I'm working on, to "Talk to some people".... It is, as they say, is killing me.
Not really. It's just frustrating. I guess that's why they call it "a cut-throat" business.
That'll make sense someday...
& the stupid guy that wants me to direct his stupid play won't send me a copy of the lyrics, 'cuz he's "too busy". How the hell am I supposed to get someone interested in a musical play, when half the story's in the lyrics.
Geez.
I'll either have to say "fuck it", get the music on line, or do it by (shudder).... TRADITIONAL MAIL.
THE STORY's about travelling back in time, not REALITY.
& it's supposed to be about progress. (Place favorite cuss here).
So I feel like I'm bored, but I'm not.
This is worse than the first date w/ someone YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT.
There. My bitch for today.
P.S. "trough" is how you spell the word that sounds like "troff"
as in "pig-troff", for (ahem) those of you who don't recall. Unless I'm wrong, & my funny brain is mulching werds.....
Haven't you ever read Charlotte's Web?
Ho hum.
Occupation
Oc-cu-pa-tion.