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2008-01-23 6:18 PM i think too much woke up this morning, and oh, my! i had places on my body i didn't even know existed. it's an interesting phenomenon to hurt as bad on the outside as on the inside, at the same time.
not recommended. **** the HK crew came in and the first thing i heard about was lawyers, stores, and money (to paraphrase Warren Zevon, bless ya brotha) and i bet right now i'm the store's favorite person. the knee swelling has gone down, i worked a full shift, and now i'm sore and tired. **** the W2's came in today, and around here that's a big deal on a par with Christmas or the first BBQ snoot of the year. (this is a snoot). they finished in record time, but left seven dirty rooms. Buddy's gonna eat some shit for that tomorrow, and buy me lunch. **** not a snoot. **** the WO has had a rough time of it. the increased dosage of chemo really kicked her ass. she's having a hard time keeping food down, so if you have any suggestions i'll pass them along. she's pissed at her doctor, and as long as she's pissed off about something, she's okay. **** i wish there was a way to transfer the pukkies to me. hellfire, i'd take all the rest of it, too. this is just too much. what happened to the golden years? i'd better stop right there. i'm sad, and hurt, and angry. i know i'll feel these things for a long time, at varying intensities. my hope is it doesn't seep into the good and the beauty, my hope is it doesn't change me for the worse. my hope is i continue to hold on to the best things, and let the bad fall away to be broken down in little bits and reassembled into something better. is that possible? **** the funny thing about change is, i can tell when it's going to happen, but i often (very often) either misinterpret the signs or just plain don't see them, and the change comes from a completely unexpected quarter. there's no way to predict the variables; the only thing you can do is base your decisions on what you know. this may or may not be real or true. thus the variable. oh, it's a strange planet indeed. Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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