So I've been none other than Tony Danza on this sunny Houston afternoon. I cleaned the kitchen, made up the guest room for my sister, vacumed (sp?) the apartment, scrubbed the counters in the nasty kitchen and washed the dishes. I even found time to make my Mac & Cheese, drink some water, and purposely avoid cleaning my room.
God, I miss old 80's sitcoms...
Perfect Strangers, Mr. Belvedere, Family Matters, Full House, Charles in Charge...oh the list goes on. Maybe that's why I don't watch much television anymore.
God, I miss old 80's sitcoms...
Perfect Strangers, Mr. Belvedere, Family Matters, Full House, Charles in Charge...oh the list goes on. Maybe that's why I don't watch much television anymore.
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Milkshake appi-tight w/sweating jaws I'm sweating from my knees mumbling pop-tunes & bridge songs as I sit in the middle of the room far from reality mingling w/the snails, badgers, & my childhood chums who are laughing elsewhere at this moment as my eyes grow heavier--wanting to fall out & leave snail-trails on my words on this paper that may mean nothing--as I go to the couch--if I have to dig my eyeballs out from between the cushions of this cactus sofa that is poking my ass and making my cock hard, like old time wandering in the desert all those years ago...
I remember that absinthe made me feel lonely, like the Beatles sometimes do. Why? I hear Tom Jones, and think of "The Carlton Dance." That will always put a smile on a skeleton.
Tony Danza used to make me wanna throw myself on a pitchfork - fuck he is irritating. But you seem nice.