So, some things of interest have been going on...
Fights with relatives, I bought some, ummm, things which I can't really talk about, but oh God, I'm excited about them. No, not drugs, I've never done a drug in my life. Really. And, I got back together with my ex Beth. She has after all put up with all my drunken ramblings, and madness. For several years. In my mind, I think she deserves a Nobel Peace Prize. I can be a bit, ummm, I don't know. Mad, I suppose. Anyway, I don't know what happened to that dude the cops were after. It never was in the papers. Hush hush, I suppose. Must have been a federal matter. But you all know, I am a leak, compromising national security. Cool.
I've been going mad, that's 3 times I've said mad thus far, trying to improve my writing. I'm losing sleep, but it's working. I think I'm finally starting to understand how to TELL a story instead of EXPLAINING one. I also bought a new chair for my desk. Months ago I stumbled onto a HUGE oak writing desk at the Salvation Army for $50.00. Something Poe would have, and now, I stumbled upon a mighty, kingly chair to accompany it. Straight from the 18 century. I would assume.
I got my suicidegirls playing cards, and was a bit dissapointed that the pictures were only cartoons, caricatures or whatever. But they have a good spring about them and don't stick together, but unfortunatly, they don't have what it takes to replace my favorite deck.
When I was 15, me and Germ went to the Bahamas, where, there is no drinking age. He He. That was the first time I drank, on a cruise with free, unlimited Bahama Mamas. Later that night, still drunk, me and Germ stumbled into The Princess Resort Casino and while Germ distracted the gaurd, I snuck into his little booth and stole his deck of cards. Six years later, they are still the finest deck I've had.
Well, I gotta shower, yeah, nude, and go to work. Peace and chicken grease!
Fights with relatives, I bought some, ummm, things which I can't really talk about, but oh God, I'm excited about them. No, not drugs, I've never done a drug in my life. Really. And, I got back together with my ex Beth. She has after all put up with all my drunken ramblings, and madness. For several years. In my mind, I think she deserves a Nobel Peace Prize. I can be a bit, ummm, I don't know. Mad, I suppose. Anyway, I don't know what happened to that dude the cops were after. It never was in the papers. Hush hush, I suppose. Must have been a federal matter. But you all know, I am a leak, compromising national security. Cool.
I've been going mad, that's 3 times I've said mad thus far, trying to improve my writing. I'm losing sleep, but it's working. I think I'm finally starting to understand how to TELL a story instead of EXPLAINING one. I also bought a new chair for my desk. Months ago I stumbled onto a HUGE oak writing desk at the Salvation Army for $50.00. Something Poe would have, and now, I stumbled upon a mighty, kingly chair to accompany it. Straight from the 18 century. I would assume.
I got my suicidegirls playing cards, and was a bit dissapointed that the pictures were only cartoons, caricatures or whatever. But they have a good spring about them and don't stick together, but unfortunatly, they don't have what it takes to replace my favorite deck.
When I was 15, me and Germ went to the Bahamas, where, there is no drinking age. He He. That was the first time I drank, on a cruise with free, unlimited Bahama Mamas. Later that night, still drunk, me and Germ stumbled into The Princess Resort Casino and while Germ distracted the gaurd, I snuck into his little booth and stole his deck of cards. Six years later, they are still the finest deck I've had.
Well, I gotta shower, yeah, nude, and go to work. Peace and chicken grease!
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crazy kitties.
and how horrid does yr house smell after?!
bleh!
peace and biscuits and gravy!
that's what i get for going to a patchouli stinkin hippy fest last weekend, oh wait, that was me stinkin like a hippy hehe!