Now, if you are from New England, you can probably translate this post title into “I carried that extremely heavy thing for a very long time.”

If you are from Away (anywhere that is NOT New England) you now have some very strange ideas about what I do for fun in my spare time.

Perverts.

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I keep seeing a bug in my apartment. I have checked my supply of anti psychotics, and I appear to have skipped no doses, so I am hereby making the assumption that the bug is real.

It flies around, and then disappears, I have no idea where. And the cats don’t pay it any attention whatsoever, the lazy bastards.

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Also, crosswalks are for suckers. That’s right, I said it, I’m a jaywalker. Nobody cared when I lived in Maine, but now total strangers seem to feel the need to comment on my scofflaw ways.

This does not, strangely, make me more inclined to use the crosswalks.

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Now me and my contrary ass are going to dialyze. Yeah, it’s high times in the whorehouse today. Oh, and I killed that bug so I’m pretty sure that it was real, on account of the carcass. So there’s that.

Tags: Banalities, Goddamned cats, Oddities, Playing Fuckaround, Psycho Is The New Black, Where I'm From

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