Posts from November 2011

The subject above surmises my day (read: life) as of this writing. But, not necessarily in a bad way.

Examples: I've chosen to relate to a certain person..well..not at all anymore. Hurts, but it shows I still feel, even after the divorce. Yay, me!

I'm at a soul sapping job, one that I surely didn't put on my Top Fifteen Gigs list...but, I'm working, eating and taking care of my kids, as far as the great state of Maryland is concerned.

I have family who love me, kids who tolerate me, and the respect of those who I consider peers. Some people would literally sell their diseased riddled bodies for a shadow of an inkling of that.

Trust me: I know one.

Anyway...it ain't great shakes, but it ain't nowhere as bad as it could be.

Ergo: meh. It is what it is.

But...I'm choosing to make it what it will be.

~.

You wanna put the proverbial Fear o' the Almighty into someone?

Three li'l words will often do the trick:

I. Know. Everything.

The reactions are priceless! Try it the next time you're faced with the inevitable skeeviness that comes with people.

/end PSA

~.~

So, this morning I get to have an indulgence I haven't had in a while: Saturday morning cartoons.

Sure, they aren't nearly as good as they were "back in the day"..and I've got to cook breakfast..and do laundry..and clean the basement..and work out..and get ready to see my ex-wife about some visitation..and prepare for some snow as if it were the Genesis Deluge..

I can still watch a 'toon, or two.

Small miracles...
~.~

Since I can't change my avatar atm, I hope you folks will settle for an uploaded pic:

It's official. It's virtually impossible to be in a bad mood after listening to "Raspberry Beret".

A good day is assured!

Addendum: "The Book Of Love" by Peter Gabriel brings me to tears. Everytime.

Ha! I actually got to leave early today. Bonus: the bus is not overly laden with rampant ass! Awesomesauce.

It's a great day in the mornin'!

My mom used to say that in lieu of cursing...but it's only on my mind because I watched the original "The Bad Seed" last night, and the language was so rich, the diction, perfect. It's hard to believe Americans used to talk like that.

I blame the internets.

Again, big shouts for the estrip welcome!

The thing about public transportation is this: when it's crowded, and your feet hurt from working, and you're fed up with the unwashed masses, do you stand, or risk having someone's ass staring you impolitely in the face for 45 minutes? I mean, I'll eat ass under the right circumstances, but THESE are not them.

Big shouts to the good folks at estrip.org for actually allowing this admitted sociopath to join up.

This being my first foray into the blogging world, expect these to be totally random as I attempt to find my voice. Your patience is appreciated in advance. ;-)

First up, I'm listening to "Someone Saved My Life Tonight", by Sir Elton. So topical...I have to thank an erstwhile friend for doing something I couldn't. ~.~