"Another war and now the pound is looking weak
And tell me have you read about the latest freak?
We're bingo numbers and our names are obsolete
Why do i feel bitter when i should be feeling sweet?"
- Shakespear's Sister "Hello (Turn Your Radio On)"
Well, let us get the bad stuff out of the way first. The plumber hasn't looked at the new leak yet, nor have we heard when he'll be by to look at it, so there's no telling when we'll have a kitchen again. Wyspurr has been vomitously sick the past couple of days. I've been fighting off this stomach bug myself. I'm sexually frustrated because Wyspurr is in no shape to get intimate. I'm going stir crazy because I haven't gotten out of the house all week thanks to Wyspurr either always being out or being too sick to watch the kids so I can get out. We haven't gotten our W-2s yet, so no tax filing yet. The baker who was supposed to cover for me Sunday has decided he "doesn't feel like it" so work wants me to come in at five in the morning the day after the SGATLiens Chinese New Year party, which would me there would be no point in me even going as I'd have to stay mostly sober. So work is just going to have to kiss my ass.
The good stuff? Well, I can't really think of anything right now except for the default copouts like "I have my health." and "I have my wonderful family." That's all great stuff, true...but that's all normal for me. I lead a great life. I just want some counterbalance to all the abnormally crappy stuff happening to me lately. Maybe the cosmos is just saving up all the good stuff for the party. A guy can hope, can't he?
And tell me have you read about the latest freak?
We're bingo numbers and our names are obsolete
Why do i feel bitter when i should be feeling sweet?"
- Shakespear's Sister "Hello (Turn Your Radio On)"
Well, let us get the bad stuff out of the way first. The plumber hasn't looked at the new leak yet, nor have we heard when he'll be by to look at it, so there's no telling when we'll have a kitchen again. Wyspurr has been vomitously sick the past couple of days. I've been fighting off this stomach bug myself. I'm sexually frustrated because Wyspurr is in no shape to get intimate. I'm going stir crazy because I haven't gotten out of the house all week thanks to Wyspurr either always being out or being too sick to watch the kids so I can get out. We haven't gotten our W-2s yet, so no tax filing yet. The baker who was supposed to cover for me Sunday has decided he "doesn't feel like it" so work wants me to come in at five in the morning the day after the SGATLiens Chinese New Year party, which would me there would be no point in me even going as I'd have to stay mostly sober. So work is just going to have to kiss my ass.
The good stuff? Well, I can't really think of anything right now except for the default copouts like "I have my health." and "I have my wonderful family." That's all great stuff, true...but that's all normal for me. I lead a great life. I just want some counterbalance to all the abnormally crappy stuff happening to me lately. Maybe the cosmos is just saving up all the good stuff for the party. A guy can hope, can't he?
i look forward to hangin with you tommorow night, dude. really, i do, i do.
(insert forced smile)