Olive pissed me off big time today. Well, not exactly pissed me off, but she sucked big time. Somebody ought to make her read a little bit more, so she can actually keep up with the recent stuff and not stuck in ancient history. She makes sure I remember things I want to forget, which is not a good feeling. It just sucks the air out.
Fat Finger was totally unacceptable for skipping two meetings in one day with no explanation. I’m a little crazy on the side, I’m sure, but I keep my words. At the very least, I will try to keep my own words. When you’re some organic-cosmic excrement, planted in a temporary universe for times of boundless hope, the only thing you ever get to be are your own words. A man can’t be bothered, then surely, I don’t have to either. I’m never a big fan of ‘socially-acceptable lies’.
I had the strangest sms – followed by a ten minute international call – followed by another call to travel agent. Honest to God, it was the strangest call I’ve ever had in my life. I will find out soon what that was all about, and may or may not tell you about it.
The mechanics found something wrong with the car and it’s going back to the Evil Impound for two weeks, by which time the Old Man would be back and thus I bid my farewell to the very nice car. Also the bill was to be horrendous. The thing about the very nice cars, is that they are also very expensive. I am so glad i don't own the car, cause otherwise i might be forced to sell the cat.
By nine am this morning, we’ve ascertained that the Cavs will win since Celtics died. I wish Kevin Garnett the very best but duh! Le Bron is the best player in the NBA since Michael Jordan. I’ve also rediscovered a Vampire.
Verbal is better at basket ball. He now understands that he didn’t need to kill the ball and in order to play the ball, he needs to pass it to his team mates. I kid you not my dog plays basket ball. Then it fuckin rained.
And so the pissy day ended and I am back in the comfort of my couch with my dog who was strangely listening to Neneh Cherry when I got back. I thought the day was peculiar and therefore, bloggable.
Also from twitter:
unspun@treespotter profounf rubbish, it could be, but rubbish all the same
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