Still boss as fuck, in case you were wondering.
So. Here we are again.
I sold the Vespa, and used the money to pay bills and get a new computer. I lost 15 pounds somehow, and I am not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
My dad is making me crazy, in the usual ways. My parents are moving to California, thank god, because I never really liked Alamogordo. There were actual fucking TUMBLEWEEDS there.
I got a new cable dvr box, and am ridiculously excited about how small it is.
Every person who has seen me with my cane has marveled aloud at the fact that I am allowed, nay, encouraged, to walk around with a big stick. Seems counter intuitive to arm me, I guess.
I am more than a little preoccupied with the prospect of hot wings.
I had to write out a list of my medications today. It’s a long fucking list. I often forget that I take a metric buttload of drugs. That’s me, medicated for your safety.
What have you guys been doing?
Tags: Bring On The Goofballs, Dead Dead Dead Like The Rest Of Them, Food Sometimes Makes Me Crazy. Er., Goddamned Family, Goddamned Technology
- NO MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES! MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES!
- DESTROYER OF WORLDS
- I really have no patience most of the time.
July 26th, 2012 at 2:01 PM
You armed IS dangerous. I gotta see you with this cane. I’m sure you’re rocking it and making it look cool like you do.
July 26th, 2012 at 3:37 PM
what PART of california? Close to you?
Sad re: Vespa, but hey! New computer!
July 26th, 2012 at 5:06 PM
I alternate between barfing and processing bad information from the SSA. And I’m donating the last of my clothes I’m not keeping this Saturday. And planning to have Thai food.
August 2nd, 2012 at 5:21 PM
Vespa? Sucks! New Computer: Yay! Cane? You’re Cool! You are Not medicated for my safety-I’m in NYC, so I feel for the first idiot who pisses you off! BTW: Tripping them with it allows for plausable denyability-hitting doesn’t You Go Girl!