YET ANOTHER DELETED BLOG (BLAME THE DRINKING)...
Aargh!!! An apology goes out to anyone that may have read last night's posting...hopefully no one read it...came off sounding sort of mad because i was really pissed and skunk-drunk with a Bukowski edge, regardless to the fact that i really had a great nite at Goldy's and T's place...love these girls, for G always refers to me as "uncle Mike" and T always has this sort of sad look to her eyes that i feel sometimes is a little bit deliberate becuz she knows how to do me in...
...yeah, my mom sort of got to me last nite...stupid phone call...wants to know if i'm coming up for my brother's b-day and unfortunately i can't becuz i am going camping with some girlfriends of mine...some nature nakedness and time to get wild in the woods. Not really feeling too guilty about the collision of plans becuz it always tends to revolve around my bro...AND i WILL LEAVE IT AT THAT becuz i don't want this to become a part II of last nite's blog...
...AND IT REALLY WASN'T ALL ABOUT THE B-DAY PLANS THAT YANKED MY CHAIN...it was over the fact that my mum started involving my career choice and things and actually had the nerve to tell me: "well...if i would have earned a degree, i would have made sure it was something that i could have found a job with"...
...NEED I SAY MORE? Yeah...one of those rare times i really feel like telling my own flesh and blood to f*** off...
...so yeah, i have more less ignorant things to worry about these days than what my mommy said, like the question of: who keeps placing a rock on my doorstep at night? Is it the newspaper woman or the CIA? Damn shit keeps making me all paranoid becuz every time i shoe that rock away...a different rock appears in the same exact spot every few other days...
....but really glad about one thing today: that is the fact that me and my girlfriend at work discovered that really cool people tend to listen to the White Stripes, and i have to discuss the whole craze i have with Jack White's obsession with red-headed women...and this all sort of makes my day, as talking about music gives me secret orgasms...unfortunately i had just finished my cigarette.
NOTE: THIS BLOG WAS WRITTEN WITH "300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues" STUCK IN MY HEAD.
Aargh!!! An apology goes out to anyone that may have read last night's posting...hopefully no one read it...came off sounding sort of mad because i was really pissed and skunk-drunk with a Bukowski edge, regardless to the fact that i really had a great nite at Goldy's and T's place...love these girls, for G always refers to me as "uncle Mike" and T always has this sort of sad look to her eyes that i feel sometimes is a little bit deliberate becuz she knows how to do me in...
...yeah, my mom sort of got to me last nite...stupid phone call...wants to know if i'm coming up for my brother's b-day and unfortunately i can't becuz i am going camping with some girlfriends of mine...some nature nakedness and time to get wild in the woods. Not really feeling too guilty about the collision of plans becuz it always tends to revolve around my bro...AND i WILL LEAVE IT AT THAT becuz i don't want this to become a part II of last nite's blog...
...AND IT REALLY WASN'T ALL ABOUT THE B-DAY PLANS THAT YANKED MY CHAIN...it was over the fact that my mum started involving my career choice and things and actually had the nerve to tell me: "well...if i would have earned a degree, i would have made sure it was something that i could have found a job with"...
...NEED I SAY MORE? Yeah...one of those rare times i really feel like telling my own flesh and blood to f*** off...
...so yeah, i have more less ignorant things to worry about these days than what my mommy said, like the question of: who keeps placing a rock on my doorstep at night? Is it the newspaper woman or the CIA? Damn shit keeps making me all paranoid becuz every time i shoe that rock away...a different rock appears in the same exact spot every few other days...
....but really glad about one thing today: that is the fact that me and my girlfriend at work discovered that really cool people tend to listen to the White Stripes, and i have to discuss the whole craze i have with Jack White's obsession with red-headed women...and this all sort of makes my day, as talking about music gives me secret orgasms...unfortunately i had just finished my cigarette.
NOTE: THIS BLOG WAS WRITTEN WITH "300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues" STUCK IN MY HEAD.
godiva:
thought id say hey! xox