I had to do it, they drove me around the block like miss daisy…. but the car wasn’t so nice…. In fact as i rode in the backseat not minding the lack of lumbar support, and the stench of whatever it was, I had to get out and push the fucking car. It’s not even my fucking car, and I have to push so you can give me a ride? what is wrong with this picture, other than the artist can’t draw.
Well, i got tired of people coming so they can go and report on what i was up to… no, no, don’t get me wrong. I’m not paranoid or even angry anymore, in fact after this afternoon i feel a nice change in the weather comin. Yup, and everytime I do what I did and no one knows what it is, everytime i get a call asking me if I heard, everytime I say “oh my god! what?!” I’ll feel this little nice warm fuzzy deep in the belly of my bellys belly. Mmmmmmm…. so nice and warm and fuzzy… who me? i just get so campbell soup warm that i forget what it is that I was in the process of doing. I suppose i could begin to blog the journey until, well until.. who know where this will go, and how.. besides it’s not like anyone knows other than me… sure I’ve read other peoples blog and you know what? If you don’t have people already reading it, trust me, nobodies gonna read it….. Some of this shit is shit…. “my hubby george lost 7lbs and we went to fuckdom and duckum and she suckum and” Fuckdem… thats what I say.. so over and out, set em up, knockem down.. all the way down… way way way down….
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