Bemoaning my fate......again
You
know, I am starting to wonder when the crazy ever stops around this
place. I don't know when I became an ATM for panhandlers or when I
became the go to person to explain the philosophical niceties of Peanuts
or why Jesus chose to walk on the water instead of taking the train. I
have never seen The Wire and so I cannot discuss the plotting of season
two and no, for the umpteenth time, you cannot use my phone to call your
girl friend's brother to find out what she's wearing to
her cousin's birthday party. You can use my phone only when you have an
emergency, which I define as you pumping blood out of an artery all
over the new carpeting. The weekend is only a half hour or so away and
time is slowing down so that I may fully enjoy every single second of
stupid that the general public can generate before I can get out of this
dump.
Labels: anguish, International Communist Conspiracy, lettuce, Roberta Vasquez, writer's block, yellow cling peaches in heavy syrup