A great many people inquired why I didn’t post anything yesterday and …. well …. okay, THREE people wanted to know why I did not post yesterday. The answer is simple, I went to a pre-interview appointment on the Soft Porn Fantasy-camp, and it appears, I might have a shot at an enrollment in September. (I had a doctor’s appointment and a pressing Co-Pay, that is the reality of it)
Enable distraction-free writing mode, and everything surrounding the editor will fade away when you start typing. Move your mouse out of the editor to reveal everything again. Or you could move into a cave somewhere in The Sierra Nevada’s and eat granola bars until the drought is over. Flush hard, Bakersfield needs the water.
Most folks I believe, start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel. This is the point, where if you are the least bit talented in feeling out the peculiar things of life, you will quickly realize that … People who “tell it like it is” …. usually tell it like A**Holes.
She kissed me in the cash and prizes (your junk, privates, twigs and berries) and then she took me to the ground. Mmmmmm nice dream, please stay, don’t go.
Pills are kicking in, the pain is being masked by the drugs, and slowly going away. Which is really a good thing, I should stop talking to people wearing Bluetooth headsets by the end of the week. They in turn should stop looking at me like a dowdy old fool.
This year (which is incidentally better than half way over), I have learned some new tricks, smoothed out some new wrinkles in my life. Learned if you see a notice on a FakeBook site and it says, “Closed Site” or something stating it is more or less private, then it would be a good deal to pass.
You are a euphoric type. You touch others with your humor, laughter and love. You radiate bliss and that is highly contagious. Your vitality flows through you and all who are lucky enough to know you. When one thinks of you, they automatically have to smile. Why?”
Y’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap. It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing. I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people. Stop it! Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision. Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself. Be proud! Be white! Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.
Well HE started it first! It’s not my fault that he cannot outrun a lawn mower They get that from YOU it could not have possibly come from my side of the family.
Here is your virtual greeting for the day … wait for it … Okay. Now get the —- off my lawn. If you cannot say something nice, then maybe it is time to be quiet.
Saturday morning at the Sports Bar, get there early before the good seats are gobbled up.
Something about summertime that stirs the imagination and invigorates the soul. Stealing off and skinny-dippin down at the Cimarron River, if mama ever knew, the lickin I would have received. Special days and times, now so precious to me.
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter. Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honey-suckle in the air, Daddy turning on the sprinkler, letting us run thru it in our underwear. Falling asleep in my Grandpa’s lap, to the sound of his pocket watch ticking in his vest. Angel Food Cake on the counter and a silver fork in my hand.