stampedeofworms

The Story of The Lady Thinking My Dog and I Made Out.
by Wormy

I still very much have the flu when I go to give my statement about the kid trying to burn my car. Like most meetings of law enforcement professionals, it takes place in a parking lot between several vehicals parked parallel to one another, with noses pointed opposite directions. They don't...
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Okay, how do you pick out the single whitehat that really really has no life?

He's the guy that has the time to put that seventh coat of polish on his duty boots. We're talking mirrors here, people. My personal honor prevents me from standing near ladies in skirts anytime soon.

Now, if I can just figure out what prevents ladies from standing near me,...
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Kid that tried to burn my car is in jail, at least until tomarrow. His family will probably bail him out in the morning.

Took Lana back a few hours ago. Remember I only have visitation. Now I've been hit by the lonely bus.

Flu much better. Yes, Five Alive is the elixr of lyfe.

Something's up with my driver's side car door. It's eating...
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****Get a load a this shit: **************************
Some kid tried to burn up my car yesterday. He threw a handfull of dried leaves and a lit cig into my back seat at the county lot. He's not even one of my juveniles, and I have like 20. We in no way know one another. He just figured since I was a badge I deserved to...
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Lana needs a Step-Mommie.

I don't need a girlfriend, you understand. Lana simply needs a Step-Mommie.

I cleaned up the house before I went and got her. That may sound strange, even for me, but keep in mind she's 170 lbs. of pure mastiff cuteness and does not turn on a dime. Broad home avenues are a plus.

We're having a kinda girls' Jr. High...
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Okay, the sky here is yellow. Is that bad?

Why do I do this to myself?

I bought three CD's this evening. One with perhaps theee most romantic song ever; The Flamingos "I Only Have Eyes For You." And the soundtrack to "Pretty in Pink."

And I hang out at a flower shoppe.

For a lovelorne single person, this is not good.

Is it possible to be an emotional sadomasochist(sp?)?

I also bought the...
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I'm really not such a wuss. I knew I could work more than two jobs and not be that beaten down.

Turns out I have the flu. It hit me hard this afternoon. The fatigue was just the warmup.

Long, drawn-out, regular Wormy entries and responses soon. Plan a lazy recouperative weekend. With the canine lady of my life.

I fergot to wash socks. CRAP....
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Hey Yall

Moms help sick or something so I'm filling in at the shoppe on top of regular work.

Boots not polished. Kitchen looks like three week lunch lady strike. I don't think I have any clean socks.

I'm going to bed at 9:30. Arse draggin. Everyone take care.

Lana visits this weekend.

What a marvelous night for a moondance.

The moon is full and spectacularly bright. It's cool, 55. The air is laden and damp, there's thick air from the treetops down, but it just seems to be gently guiding the moonshine down. Except for the inky moonshadows, it's pale bright everywhere.

The light has courted the mist of the atmosphere and tiny shimmer by tiny shimmer...
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