Wheww.....just so overwhelmed today! I'm just having the time of my life ...woke up forgot to pray (no more like intended not to!) hit the streets with intent of coffee getting me through it all and Fear riding shotgun. Hey if you ride alone you ride with Hitler!
Got into my twice a day gig of doing dilly dally's for a woman who owns two pet stores. Listened to her comfirm the berating insults that were already at work in my head this morning. After a ten minute endure I went inside the bathroom and found in my reflective the searing yellow letter "L" on my forehead--tried to wash that off, then I went for a hike and my car broke down on La Brea (the "L" started to burn again!) walked back to her house, back to the car and found a fun and friendly parking ticket on the car I LOVE LA!!!!
promptly tossed that aside for a good homeless person to use as fodder or handy toilet paper for later. Went across the street for gas with gas can in tow--that wasn't the problem then propelled my vehicle into rush hour traffice using the well nourished anger that had developed inside to push the car onto a residential street, looked at my gas can on the seat, thought of pouring on self, then thought of pouring on car, resorted to leaving a note instead, hopped the bus, got home, looked at my humanless apartment and proceeded to cry. 
Those big ole sappy tears that you come out of you when Dumbo's mother is being chained up. Checked my messages and found that the world still needed me in it; called back a few friends and took a breather. Called my mommy she gave me some cheerleading tips!. AHHHH THERE IS A GOD! The phone rung again with another friend to lift my spirits and we ended up driving down Sunset singing "Lucky Star" postureing and posing to I WILL SURVIVE and having a might fine time!
At this point I had somewhat succeeded to cleare the day out and tore the "L" on my forehead with some good conversation, gay male nature and TACO BELL.
buddda...buddda...thats all folks!
Got into my twice a day gig of doing dilly dally's for a woman who owns two pet stores. Listened to her comfirm the berating insults that were already at work in my head this morning. After a ten minute endure I went inside the bathroom and found in my reflective the searing yellow letter "L" on my forehead--tried to wash that off, then I went for a hike and my car broke down on La Brea (the "L" started to burn again!) walked back to her house, back to the car and found a fun and friendly parking ticket on the car I LOVE LA!!!!
promptly tossed that aside for a good homeless person to use as fodder or handy toilet paper for later. Went across the street for gas with gas can in tow--that wasn't the problem then propelled my vehicle into rush hour traffice using the well nourished anger that had developed inside to push the car onto a residential street, looked at my gas can on the seat, thought of pouring on self, then thought of pouring on car, resorted to leaving a note instead, hopped the bus, got home, looked at my humanless apartment and proceeded to cry. Those big ole sappy tears that you come out of you when Dumbo's mother is being chained up. Checked my messages and found that the world still needed me in it; called back a few friends and took a breather. Called my mommy she gave me some cheerleading tips!. AHHHH THERE IS A GOD! The phone rung again with another friend to lift my spirits and we ended up driving down Sunset singing "Lucky Star" postureing and posing to I WILL SURVIVE and having a might fine time!
At this point I had somewhat succeeded to cleare the day out and tore the "L" on my forehead with some good conversation, gay male nature and TACO BELL.
buddda...buddda...thats all folks!
dday04:
hope it's ok if i comment. i know u don't know me but, i think maybe your blues today turned out pretty well after all, no?