OK, prepare yourself for obscurity.
"Argh!" I cry out into the dark like a streetlight's last breath. My dog smells like Fritos and my cabana boy isn't motivated enough to cabana. What do I have to do to change my world, my Hitleresque insides ask, without resorting to being me?
You know, sometimes, it's freeing to create bad prose.
3.21.2006
3.20.2006
My fingers smell like garlic.
Happy?
I've been pestered to blog more because the photo of the Children of the Corn has become tantamount to UN defined torture.
So here's my public apology--sorry, very busy, work kicking into high gear, worries about Hitler-esque attitude with stubborn doggy, all with a completely torn ACL in my right knee. It's a wonder that I can even stand--literally and figuratively. So sorry.
With all that said, what inspired me to blog was that I finally resolved to stop putting up with the shit that others and myself pull. I won't spend my weekend worrying about the week. I won't constantly shift my schedule and plans to fit others wants and needs. I won't ever ever again eat fast food. Well, at least for the next year. I won't let someone else's definition of a good life impact what I think of my life. I will stop putting off what I can do now (which I am by blogging, but starting right after I blog) by worries about the other stuff that I need to get done now. I won't care about what others think of me. I will stop gossiping and find something better to do. (Like read People magazine). I will communicate what I am feeling and tell people to fuck off more often. I will accept the attitude of Right to help the Left. I don't have to go to Church. I don't have to accept bad behavior. And finally, I won't put up with complaints about bullshit.
Yay.
Happy?
I've been pestered to blog more because the photo of the Children of the Corn has become tantamount to UN defined torture.
So here's my public apology--sorry, very busy, work kicking into high gear, worries about Hitler-esque attitude with stubborn doggy, all with a completely torn ACL in my right knee. It's a wonder that I can even stand--literally and figuratively. So sorry.
With all that said, what inspired me to blog was that I finally resolved to stop putting up with the shit that others and myself pull. I won't spend my weekend worrying about the week. I won't constantly shift my schedule and plans to fit others wants and needs. I won't ever ever again eat fast food. Well, at least for the next year. I won't let someone else's definition of a good life impact what I think of my life. I will stop putting off what I can do now (which I am by blogging, but starting right after I blog) by worries about the other stuff that I need to get done now. I won't care about what others think of me. I will stop gossiping and find something better to do. (Like read People magazine). I will communicate what I am feeling and tell people to fuck off more often. I will accept the attitude of Right to help the Left. I don't have to go to Church. I don't have to accept bad behavior. And finally, I won't put up with complaints about bullshit.
Yay.
