One of these days you'll get hungry, and eat most of the words you said

Well fuck.

What an entirely weird day. I almost don't even know how to verbalize it. I'll just make random paragraphs.

1.
At lunch Bosslady's Daughter and I went for rice and alike items, on the drive back she mentioned some bald man was hawking me. Shocked, I thought about this and how shitty I look today and wondered what his level of desperation had dropped to. In the future - draw my attention to this WHILE I have a chance to see what is leering at me. Bald, fat, skinny, cancer ridden and holding an IV pole, cuban and swinging his cock, I don't care, I want to know who is taking a peek at me so I can later wonder why.

2.
This evening in an instant message I read out of the blue "so I went to the doctor and it's what I thought."

For a half second I had a highschool flashback then grinned and thought, what a great fucking way to start a conversation. Who needs hello when you can go straight to - right, just got back from the clinic - I actually applaud the direct approach.

No it's nothing catchy, just a bit of skin cootie, and certainly not down there, although it would make the story more interesting as I could have asked about itching and did he need to contact previous partners.

3.
In another computer talk with a pal, I mentioned I had recently learned the not-so-nerdy-game-person-but-REAL name, and asked if it bothered him to be named something so generic.

"No, I was named after my grandfather who has passed away. He had a farm for abandoned animals"

Open mouth insert foot. Which tastes ever so foul and I feel horrible, although Mr Generic minded not. All the same..... fuuuuuuuck. Dude I am so sorry. His name is perfectly great, but having been named something that 50 million other girls were that decade, I wondered if he felt slighted like I do. Damn. /sucks on the other foot to learn the full lesson of shutting the fuck up.

4.
"I was going to play the lottery for 255 million."
"If you won could I have some money? Is it wrong to come out of the woodwork BEFORE the actual win?"
"Lol... I'm not sure."

5.
At the end of the day, I sat in the office with Moon since her ride wasn't going to show up for a little bit and we had a smoke and chat. I saw a truck outside the curb of our parking lot sporting a thicket of crosses. For a moment I got happy, thinking action was gonna shake down. No.

No parade, no keeners, nothing to indicate a burial would be memoralized other than what dangled from the tailgate and frankly I wanted to go the fuck home and tell the dogs why I hate my job today, and who deserves the award for Sack of the Week.

Isn't the title of this entry the best fucking saying you've thought about in a while? It should be. I am still contemplating lots about self and where I am heading in this life lately. I admit to having been doing that for ten god damned years, every now and then I get serious much in the way we did when we were kids taking pot and conjuring all sorts of completely unrealistic goals. "I'll marry Tom Cruise!" I feel bad for the kid who announced THAT shit. Anyhow, bear with me in the future months, I am fairly thinky and trying to figure some shit out. As always - please comment, they mean a good deal to me. I will find my center again, right now I think it's somewhere between the closet and garbage disposal.

-DM