Friday, February 18, 2011

got a sweet black angel
got a pinup girl

I feel fairly disgusted, and oddly satisfied.

I love being solely responsible for my income.

Since I was about 25, I have worked for me and me alone.

I like helping people; I do.

Especially my friends and family.

I wrote that check to my corporate overlords, if you are wondering.

The memo was priceless. I left a little "fuck you" in the form of a smiley face and I wrote, "Happy Employee."

Golly gee, that really frosted my cookies.

Especially on President's Day Weekend.

Here I am, celebrating Lyndon Baines and Richard Milhaus with a bowl of mac & cheese, a pointy guitar and a snowstorm.

Don't fight it.

I feel like I am standing on the beach raging against the tide while my feet get slowly buried in sand as Elton John plays a poignant ballad.

As I watch my feet disappear beneath the sand a tear slides down my cheek, like the indian from saturday morning cartoons.

Crying about litter and dead bison.

Come on, dude.

I saw a bunch of bighorn sheep today.

Somehow, I still maintain a positive attitude.

Gosh.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's hard to stay positive. Sometimes the only way to stay sane is just think of it all a big cosmic joke. Almost every day sometimes seems to feel like the day The Dude had in Big Lebowski when the tough guys showed up at his apartment.

11:23 AM  

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