MISERY
- The weather in Dallas is perfect most of the year… hopeful spring blooming so sweetly…. twisted oaks with a touch of fall color… mild winter dusted once or twice with just enough flakes to delight the eyes. The summer heat, of course, is legendary. This last blinding crunch of temps 100+ for weeks on end is just fucking unbearable. You can’t think. You can’t move. Chris and I always feel like our life must be in slo-mo while we wish for September.
- Again. Some fawkin night-time-ninja busted out THE OTHER WINDOW of my truck last night. I haven’t yet settled with the insurance on the previous vandalism! I wish my theft alarm was also equipped with one of those surprise cartoon springs with a big fat fist that would fly out and jack their punkass jaw but good. It would please me very much to see a damn fool knocked unconscious with x’s for eyes and birds flying in chirpy circles above his/her head. Now that would make an ol daddy slap a knee and chuckle!
- Rotorooter SERIOUSLY busted some pipes under my house and hundreds and hundreds of gallons of water dumped under there for two months before it was discovered and it is STILL wet under our crooked ass Love Shack. I am hoping someone behind a biggo desk will put pen to paper and scribble me a modest settlement. Hate lawyers and I ain’t got no patience to be sitting up in here playing FUCK FUCK with these bass-turds!
Out of my hands and floating between the possibility of MISERY and MIRACLE. As I skipped gaily down my haunted hallway to wash a frying pan in the bathtub, I realized the new kitchen cabinets should be here… like this week sometime? When plastic cups are but one option, what a blessed, blessed day that will be! Or maybe a dark, dark day. I am trying SO HARD to jingle all the way, but I might lose my shit if parts are missing or ignunt installers harsh over my mellow. But best to hope for miracles, yeah?
MIRACLES!!!
- Me and my baby still love each other. That amazes me every day. Good lawd. Precious gift, certainly not our doing.
- Not a miracle, but Little Miss Sunshine was the best indie film I have seen in a long time. Wicked wicked wicked funny, a fucked up family with some soul.
- Somehow… I do have some budz to call on. Huh. Who knew! You ring. Someone answers. Apparently I was unawares about this whole phone ring ring thing.
- Of course, now I have misplaced my phone. Turned over furniture and ripped up the floorboards. (???) Listing this tidbit as affirmation for a miracle. Come to me.
- Charlotte is such a tiny joy. She came from Heaven! (Really, a sweet girl named Heaven gave her to me.) The puppy stepped up to tomboy Alpha in no time, growling and runnin’ thangs. Just to keep on top of this whole magesterial game, right now Charlotte is shredding a beanie baby. Flat tore it up is all! Glad my search for a new baby was thwarted because I am sure this little angel was meant to be mine.
- Swimmin’ at midnight, Sundee brunch, faded and frayed fat guy Levis nearly free on Ebay, Suzi’s damned dimples, silliness with friends, the blue sky of youth, Johnny Cash.
- An FTM waiter reached out to me and shared the sketch book in his apron pocket. I invited him to B-F.com but he already knew about it. Yeah! Community. Rawk. I wonder if many FTMs realize so many of us landed on their side?
- Time magazine says it looks like Hillary is setting a solid foundation for 2008. Balls OUT, boodagga. I’m gonna put a sign in my yard and a flag on my porch.
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