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| Happy Birthday my dear Jesse. I love you and I miss you. not a day goes by I don't think of you.
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| Well, so much for new records, the damn needle on my phonograph just broke. Hell.
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| Alrighty...Saturday morning and I'm out of bed a little before 8 am
wooooo- most days you can't beat me out of bed before 9. So I'm
thinkning; Farmer's market, Grand ol' trunk ( I hear the records there
cost as little as 10 cents) which is so bitchin. check out the little
consignment shop downtown, then Lawrence? I don't know. We talked about
going to the city last night. However last night I had a couple
bottles of boons to ease the pain....so it's possible we may have
thought a lot of things were a good idea last night.
What pain? The car. The car is finally scrapped.
I went grovery shopping yesterday, which by the by was LONG overdue. I
was feeling pretty groovy, until I tried backing out of the parking
space. It was like everytime I tried backing out my car would get
'stuck' and not go any further. I was thinking I had run over something
and it was lodged in my wheel or something stupid. NOPE. I could only
wish for such luck. After I finally got out of the parking space and
started moving, I couldn't STOP moving. My fuckin brakes died. I'm so
sick of that piece of shit. So, I guess this is the best excuse to get
a new car. See, if this were the only problem I ever had with my car,
I'd think, "well shit, I better get that fixed." But as it stands, I've
spent enough money fixing my car to buy 2 cars, so it's over. Rest in
pieces man.
Oh, by the way, I found out this morning that Yoplait yogurt is made with Kosher geletin, isn't that bad ass?
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| So, today was sort of an off day. not bad, not great. I didn't do
anything but work, then come home and do some dishes, and sat in Gladys
with the cat. (remember, Gladys is my sweet ass Goodwill chair) So it's
hotter than hell in this basement- I have all the fans going, and I
decide to blow some bubbles. Bella went nuts. I think she forgot all
about the magic of bubbles. So, I stood in front of the fan and blew a
zillion bubbles. The cat goes mad with freakin excitement! She tries
getting up on her hind legs to catch them and much to her
dismay...GONE! The look on her face is like "WHAT?! I thought I had
it!!" Dude, animals are the fukin greatest.
So, once I stop blowing bubbles she goes searching. She can't quite
grasp where they've all gone once they've popped, so she is on a
mission to find these crazy shiny flying things. Under the chair? nope.
behind the TV? nope. In Stephanie's room? nope. In the
bathroom?....noooooope. She searched for a good 20 minutes after I
stopped with the bubble blowing. Fuckin' 'tard. Gotta love it. By the
by, I saw part of the movie Naked Lunch over at Nick's House. This
movie has the same director as "The Fly." It's pretty interesting to
say the least. I can't wait to finish the movie- it's so fuckin weird.
I tried reading the book, and it's fuckin weird too. What do you expect
from Burroughs I guess?
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| lah tee DAH, I love being poor. Whatever. So, That one guy I was so
crazy about... Never talked to me again. Moved to Lawrence without so
much as a "kiss my ass"- which is cool. I think I'm used to it or
something...being tricked then skipped out on- hmmmm. But other than
all that noise everything is just going peachy. I'm thinking things are
going to get better here pretty soon. Hopefully we get this house we're
all in love with. We will see. It's all up in the air. Wait and
see....wait
and see
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