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I have absofuckinglutely had it with my pc. I cannot keep the bugger connected for more than a five-minute stretch, and it is really ticking me off. I am just sayin’. . .
So today was amazing. The weather was perfect; people were nice. Son did all his homework. Had a delicious tuna steak sandwich for dinner. My sister and I went out in the parking lot to goof on the cop harassing some poor person of color. Two grown women skulking about the fence singing “Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?” must be an odd sight. We then, in line of sight of the copper, were peering into our own apartment windows like we were up to no good. We were just wondering if he would care. He didn’t, but we are white, and in our neighborhood, you can only get pulled over or fucked with if you are a person of color. OINK
I had interesting discussions with people about theology during lunch, interesting talk with a gentleman after work, and my sister and I vented about our jobs and bosses.
This is the best day I have had in a long time and I am extremely grateful.
I have been thinking lately about my body. I am 32 and tall and strong. I am basically healthy. No diseases and I rarely get sick. I have put poison in my lungs and regularly inundate my nervous system with caffeine. I do not give it enough vitamins and rarely let it rest. I have, embarrassingly enough, let it dehydrate three times. THREE. You would think the first trip to the hospital with the i.v. and the dry heaves would be enough to make my dumbass drink some water in the hot Texas summer. Nuh-uh…not me. I let it happen two more times. I would never treat Connor’s body this poorly. I do not know why I do it to mine. I eat foods that are not good enough for me, and show this body my appreciation for its endurance and strength by giving it too much to carry around. I would make some sort of resolution here to eat better, cut out the caffeine, rest and exercise more, but it seems really stupid to lie about something when I am not even about to get busted for something, and I am not a good liar anyway. I will try. That sounds reasonable, right?
Jason Pettus is a delicious and talented writer ( I strongly suggest visiting his site www.jasonpettus.com and reading his stuff) and is on a book tour in Germany. On his web site he had this link at the bottom that says “I ‘m going to Germany. I need your help” and you can donate money for this yummy bohemian, talented man to go peddle his books and tour Germany. I swear, if I had it, I would. But since I don’t, I was wondering if it would do me any good to have a “I’m going to Vegas. I need your help” link on my web site. Maybe the 2-3 people that hit it a month will donate.
So today was amazing. The weather was perfect; people were nice. Son did all his homework. Had a delicious tuna steak sandwich for dinner. My sister and I went out in the parking lot to goof on the cop harassing some poor person of color. Two grown women skulking about the fence singing “Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?” must be an odd sight. We then, in line of sight of the copper, were peering into our own apartment windows like we were up to no good. We were just wondering if he would care. He didn’t, but we are white, and in our neighborhood, you can only get pulled over or fucked with if you are a person of color. OINK
I had interesting discussions with people about theology during lunch, interesting talk with a gentleman after work, and my sister and I vented about our jobs and bosses.
This is the best day I have had in a long time and I am extremely grateful.
I have been thinking lately about my body. I am 32 and tall and strong. I am basically healthy. No diseases and I rarely get sick. I have put poison in my lungs and regularly inundate my nervous system with caffeine. I do not give it enough vitamins and rarely let it rest. I have, embarrassingly enough, let it dehydrate three times. THREE. You would think the first trip to the hospital with the i.v. and the dry heaves would be enough to make my dumbass drink some water in the hot Texas summer. Nuh-uh…not me. I let it happen two more times. I would never treat Connor’s body this poorly. I do not know why I do it to mine. I eat foods that are not good enough for me, and show this body my appreciation for its endurance and strength by giving it too much to carry around. I would make some sort of resolution here to eat better, cut out the caffeine, rest and exercise more, but it seems really stupid to lie about something when I am not even about to get busted for something, and I am not a good liar anyway. I will try. That sounds reasonable, right?
Jason Pettus is a delicious and talented writer ( I strongly suggest visiting his site www.jasonpettus.com and reading his stuff) and is on a book tour in Germany. On his web site he had this link at the bottom that says “I ‘m going to Germany. I need your help” and you can donate money for this yummy bohemian, talented man to go peddle his books and tour Germany. I swear, if I had it, I would. But since I don’t, I was wondering if it would do me any good to have a “I’m going to Vegas. I need your help” link on my web site. Maybe the 2-3 people that hit it a month will donate.
