Mon-day, monday
Isn't that how the song goes? I think. Who sang that? Was it the Beatles or The Who? I can't even remember how the rest of the song goes. Just, "Mon-day, monday... da da do la li... something something or the other..." Oh well, got to get it out of my head or I'll be singing it all damn day. "...Mon-day, monday..."
So how was everyone's weekend... (Everyones... it that suppose to be singular possessive or plural possessive?) Oh shit! screw it. How's ya doin folkies?
"...Monday, mon-day..."
AHHHHHH!
Me? SOS. Not to much to say besides it was cold this weekend. It got down to 15 last night. I had built me a fire out at my little hide-a-way but it didn't do any good so I got in the car about 10 last night and drove back home. I'm getting so soft in my old age. I remember times waking up in the middle of the night when my toes would be so cold they burned numb and I would just pull the sleeping bag a little tighter and be done with it.
I'll be glad when I get a book published so I can do the Kerouac thing and travel. Just hit the road and see the world. Go to Egypt and roam the desert like an ancient nomad on camel back. Take a boat across the Mediterranean into Greece or Italy and explore Europe and Asia and then down into the Middle East to see how the other half of the world lives. The only thing stopping me is the money to eat. That was the part that I always hated, not having the money to eat when I wanted to. But those days are long past and I'm not sure I could even do it again. Too soft now. But I promise you if I had the money I'd hit the road so quick... To much to see to just stay in one place your entire life. We were, and have always been a race of explorers. We've explored this world and have tried to explore other worlds. It's just who and what we are, (Curious.)
whelp'. I'm gonna go pop a TV dinner in the micro and write a little before the chaingang tonight. Take care and if I don't talk... or blog at you later, have a Happy Halloween and Forth of July or whatever those Holidays are that are coming up.
...Speaking of that, these folks are driving like they've lost their fuckin minds. The other day -I'm driving down the street, right, and this 2005 Vette pulls out in front of me, so I hit the backs, right... didn't want to hit the guy and screw up my piece of shit worse than it already is, but this son-of-bitch looks at me, blows his horn and flips "me" off. Like I was in the wrong. Like I was suppose to yield to his sixty-thousand dollar car and let the almighty king of the street drive down the road in the wrong damn direction. I just shock my head in awe and waved. He wasn't worth wasting my hate on. Hitting his car would have done me no good. He probable has two or three more back at his house. That lemon of mine is all I got. Screw it up, and I'm screwed. But at least I know folks are in the Christmas spirit this holiday season.
Ok, I'm really gonna go this time. Nothing else to talk about. I'm such a freakin bore, huh?
Oh shit...
"...Mon-day, monday... da da do lali... monday monday, somethingsomethingsomething... Mon-day monday..."
Can't... get... song... out ah head. Poke brain, with pencil. stop it. Behave voices!
TTFN
Zymosius
So how was everyone's weekend... (Everyones... it that suppose to be singular possessive or plural possessive?) Oh shit! screw it. How's ya doin folkies?
"...Monday, mon-day..."
AHHHHHH!
Me? SOS. Not to much to say besides it was cold this weekend. It got down to 15 last night. I had built me a fire out at my little hide-a-way but it didn't do any good so I got in the car about 10 last night and drove back home. I'm getting so soft in my old age. I remember times waking up in the middle of the night when my toes would be so cold they burned numb and I would just pull the sleeping bag a little tighter and be done with it.
I'll be glad when I get a book published so I can do the Kerouac thing and travel. Just hit the road and see the world. Go to Egypt and roam the desert like an ancient nomad on camel back. Take a boat across the Mediterranean into Greece or Italy and explore Europe and Asia and then down into the Middle East to see how the other half of the world lives. The only thing stopping me is the money to eat. That was the part that I always hated, not having the money to eat when I wanted to. But those days are long past and I'm not sure I could even do it again. Too soft now. But I promise you if I had the money I'd hit the road so quick... To much to see to just stay in one place your entire life. We were, and have always been a race of explorers. We've explored this world and have tried to explore other worlds. It's just who and what we are, (Curious.)
whelp'. I'm gonna go pop a TV dinner in the micro and write a little before the chaingang tonight. Take care and if I don't talk... or blog at you later, have a Happy Halloween and Forth of July or whatever those Holidays are that are coming up.
...Speaking of that, these folks are driving like they've lost their fuckin minds. The other day -I'm driving down the street, right, and this 2005 Vette pulls out in front of me, so I hit the backs, right... didn't want to hit the guy and screw up my piece of shit worse than it already is, but this son-of-bitch looks at me, blows his horn and flips "me" off. Like I was in the wrong. Like I was suppose to yield to his sixty-thousand dollar car and let the almighty king of the street drive down the road in the wrong damn direction. I just shock my head in awe and waved. He wasn't worth wasting my hate on. Hitting his car would have done me no good. He probable has two or three more back at his house. That lemon of mine is all I got. Screw it up, and I'm screwed. But at least I know folks are in the Christmas spirit this holiday season.
Ok, I'm really gonna go this time. Nothing else to talk about. I'm such a freakin bore, huh?
Oh shit...
"...Mon-day, monday... da da do lali... monday monday, somethingsomethingsomething... Mon-day monday..."
Can't... get... song... out ah head. Poke brain, with pencil. stop it. Behave voices!
TTFN
Zymosius
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