Monday, December 12, 2005


A Salty Peice of Land

I come to the realization that life is too short to fuck around. Or maybe it is too short to NOT fuck around.

Listen up people and Nightmare this includes you… GO OUT AND PLAY! Have some fun. If you are working and your job includes doing stuff that makes you crazy and your only reason for staying is because “it pays the bills” well maybe we have too many bills to pay. Maybe we we need to revert back to a more peaceful time where it was ok to be barefoot, and no one cared if the grass got mowed EXCATLY on Tuesday every week, or that raisin g your family was best suited for the nanny.

I think we need to have a revolution. And I am serious about this. When and more to the point why did we ever crawl out of the ocean and start worrying about TPS reports and what kind of car we drove and the speed of our porn download?

Back before technology…and I use this term loosely we had to create our own fun and things got invented, we danced, laughed and worked hard but we liked it because there was a sense of accomplishment. Now at the end of the day what do I have to show for working all fucking day? A couple of invoices, a sore ass and no desire to go out and dance with my Bouby. Which is not fair to her.

Well, it really isn’t fair that she be forced to dance with me anyway since I look like a bear on a unicycle when I dance but when I do dance I don’t really care what people think, so it is a win win for me….bedsides what are they gonna do laugh? Fuck so they think my dancing is funny it brings them joy and if that is all the pleasure they have in their life, making fun of other people and sitting on the side line well so be it. Why can’t I provide them some entertainment who is it really gonna hurt?

But since we are “stuck” in this giant hamster wheel where we have to work to mkake money to buy things like booze, and fishing poles, so we can have fun on our “vacation” from work then we have to go back to make up the work that we missed, while on vacation…blah blah blah fuck you.

I say we rise up out of the cubicles and go on fucking walk about.

We should pick a spot some where warm, because who fucking wants to be poor AND cold? I’m thinking of my favorite line from the worst Robin William’s movie ever “Club Paradise” and spoken by one of the greatest actors ever Peter O’ Toole,

Jack (Robin Williams) “ Your Majesty? Why do you stay here?”
Governor Anthony Cloyden Hayes)Pete O Toole- “Because my dear boy the Caribbean is absolutely the best place to live if you’re poor”

So I figure if we head out to this place and either pool the remaining money AKA our bank accounts, and buy the place, or we just start squatting. Either way I think it is one of the best ideas I have had in 20 years. I know it isn’t a new one but that doesn’t mean it is a bad one.

Bouby’s G-pa is back in the hospital, and has been for the last 3 days, we are hoping that we will be busting his ass out today but the wardens seem to have his ass on lock down. So send her some good vibes and say a little prayer for him if that is what you do.
I spent the weekend with my seldom seen cousins in the VA/DC area. I had a ton of fun and I have some groovy pictures for a later date.

Have a fucking pooptastic Monday!

PS I was tagged by Pete do this little excercise;
Here are the directions: Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect.
1) I drink because I LIKE the taste of Booze..have since I was 11.
2) My accidental blonde hair...I like and I think I'll keep even though Bouby hates it.
3) My Knee has stayed swollen for over two weeks now and I think that surgery is going to happen sooner rather then later..whole knee replacement. Maybe I'lkl have them staple the stomach while they're in there...then I would be average.
4) I fear average.
5) I want to live on, in or near a beach one day. With rum

5 people who have to do my bidding...
The Hammer
Mental Mel
Non Girlfriend


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