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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill the headlights and put it in neutral Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat Someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Don't believe everything that you breathe You get a parking violation and a
maggot on your sleeve. So shave your face with some mace in the dark Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park Yo, cut it. Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Double-barrel buckshot) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber 'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag Soy un perdedor. Loser baby.
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job The daytime crap of a folksinger slob He hung himself with a guitar string Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin from a pigeon wing You can't write if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax, fallin' on a termite That's chokin on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you
kill me. Yo bring it on down Sooooooy... (Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?) (I'm a driver, I'm a winner; things are gonna change, I can feel it.) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (I can't believe you) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Sprechen sie Deutches, baby) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Know what I'm sayin?) Loser.
Thank you Mr. Beck for those words of poetry I used for the first four days of this month. I've been skipping out on 100 words dot com lately and focusing very hard on 750 words dot com. I've written here before that it's fascinating that I can play catch up here but not there so that's why I'm very vigilant there so that I don't have holes in my daily pages. I also write on occasion at open diary dot com but the days when I wrote there like a diary are long gone. I'm blogging all over creation.
I've been around the world. I wish I had been around the world. I want to travel around the world. I will travel around the world. My around the world trip dot dot dot. Around the world in 80 mother fucking days. I'll never forget that HBO special with Whoopi Goldberg singing that song as the opener. It was meant to be shocking and it was. It would be shocking today. People aren't used to hearing other's say mother fucker. You know why the "blank" woman couldn't be a nun? Because she had a hard time saying superior after mother.
TGIF baby. Sometimes TGIF is just a mouthed aphorism. But today it's a meaningful expression. Thank G-d it's Friday means it's time to let go and let G-d. Today is a good day to die. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Today is the last day of the rest of your life. Today is the day after yesterday. Today is the day before tomorrow. Today is forever. Today is a good thing. Today is the day to do it. Do it now. Do it. Do it. Do it. It's time to do it!
I had a very ambitious plan for today but I made plans and G-d laughed. All of my plans could have come to fruition but my mind and circumstances prevented things from going in a preconceived way so I just went with the flow. There were a lot of standard occurrences and typical things that made it a good day. It was filled with potential. And it was overall a good and positive day. Happy nest. It's a happy nest. There's happiness. I didn't go to the largest art walk of the year but I saw it up close.
Today I was all psyched up to go work! And then I got a text message saying it wasn't happening. I thought to myself, "Self, if I had been anywhere more prepared to go, I would have really been pissed." As it was, I was pissed for a moment that my plans had been changed so suddenly and then I realized that I have a whole day in which to frolic. The problem is that it's a cloudy day and rainy is in the forecast and I don't have an Art Basel pass and I still haven't gotten over that.
How can we help you shine today? I'm shining all right. Today is the day that I make a presentation to the entire board. As Denis told me, I'm not supposed to say everything, just a little bit. The less the better in these situations. There are things that the staff knows that the board will never know. The board only needs to know certain things. I am a board member but I want to be a staff member. However, when I heard that the salary for the position is only $24K I started to have second thoughts about it.
Happy birthday Dear Old Dad. If he had lived until today, he would be celebrating 102. Every year on this date, I spend a few moments imagining what life could have been like at the beginning of the 20th century. It was a different world. And Dad was in this world for 63 years of that century. I'm glad to have been able to span two different centuries. When I was younger and I used to imagine what life would be like when I was Dad's age, I never considered that it would be the 21st century. What a world.
12-12-12. I've been waiting for this date and now that it's here I'm wondering what I was waiting for. This morning I do my chauffeur duties and drive Raoul to Coral Gables. That means that I will probably drive around for an hour or so taking pictures. I just remembered that I haven't sent an email to the office to let them know I won't be in today. I was going to say something yesterday but I didn't get a chance. I actually want to go in today, but this Coral Gables adventure makes it rather difficult timewise.
Another week of rushing the days. I don't know why I'm so excited for Friday to arrive except that we're invited to a party. But that's not the reason. When I start wishing the days away, it means that I'm in a state of denial. And I don't mean the river. But anyway, I'm supposed to meet my former coworkers for lunch today. We were doing just fine until I got an odd text message late yesterday which was never answered. So, at this point, I'm not sure where we're meeting. But we'll settle it before 1 p.m. today.
11 days until Xmas. And tonight is the seventh night of Chanukah. So, today I'm going to a company Xmas party for lunch and tonight I'm going to a family Chanukah Shabbat dinner and party. It's going to be a festive day. And I'm not going to smoke cigarettes or pot and I'm not going to drink alcohol. Okay, maybe a little wine, but I'm off the smoking. I've been smoking so hard and heavy this past week that I've had hiccups since yesterday when I stopped smoking everything. They come and go but it's very disturbing. Healthy, I am.
Beware the Ides of December. Today is my punishment day for forgetting a job I was supposed to do on Thursday, so I'm going today to do it. I'm sad today because of the mass shooting yesterday of 20 children in Connecticut. It's odd that I learned of the shooting through Facebook. I was going to a company party at lunchtime and while I was waiting I checked on FB and saw that friends were writing odd posts like, "How could this happen?" And, "Hug your kids." I did a quick search and learned there had been a school massacre.
Softly Sunday. I slept so late and would have kept on sleeping if Raoul hadn't woken me up at 10 to bring me coffee and my BP pill. So I got up and I thought we were going to the ghetto farmer's market, but instead we visited his brother. Actually, he and his sister visited and I drove around Wynwood and shot a few photos. When I came back, we drove to Home Depot and bought a few things. We went to the Bagel Bar and saw Weezie and her old man. But she acted like she didn't see us.
There have been barely four hours in this day that have passed. That's right. That's right. I'm awake at 0400 typing today's 100 words. I've been keeping on top of this social tasking website and I'm gosh darn proud of myself. This is the week before Xmas. Chanukah is over and now we're into full on Christmas carols time. I haven't smoked since last week although I've been drinking way too much. We went to Bob's house last night for a lamb dinner and I put away a few glasses of Vouvray. I'd forgotten how much I like that wine!
Today was truly a sick day! I spent the entire day in bed and ate almost nothing. It was a day to recuperate. Of course, this was after I took Raoul to a doctor's appointment in Coral Gables and drove around for an hour and a half. I came back home and went upstairs to the beauty salon and slept for a couple of hours. Then Raoul brought me some chicken broth and I slept a little more. I woke up to watch The Chew and The Talk, my two new guilty pleasures. I don't like being sick. Over soon!
Another sick day. I spent all day in bed not feeling 100%. If I had been working at the convent, I would have gone to work and felt miserable all day at work. Instead, I stayed home and relaxed in bed. I was still miserable but at least I was relaxed. Raoul served me coffee in bed again which hasn't happened in years. This cold has progressed from a head cold to a chest cold. I'm coughing like a champ, but it's a dry cough. I have a feeling this whole mess will be over by the weekend. Happy holidays!
Even though I had a pretty miserable night last night, I'm going to "work" today. I've been feeling sorry for myself by thinking about the convent too much. I was thrown away and I just need to get over it. I thought about going back to make an appearance just to show that I'm not ashamed but I still don't have a real job. I decided that once I' am gainfully employed, I am going back to visit. It's the least I can do. I remember that people who left came back all the time. I have to do it.
I blew off "work" today mainly because Raoul wanted to me drive him to a doctor's appointment at Mount Sinai. Even though the appointment wasn't until noon, I could have gone to work for a couple of hours in the morning, but I decided to stay home and be a vegetable. I write about and say and email that I have things to do and then I do nothing. I took Raoul to the doctor, drove around for awhile, came back and then did nothing. I took him later to Melinda's and Isora and I went to Publix. Two whoppers.
A whirlwind Saturday! It started out as usual - visiting Helly and putting gas into the car at Costco. I even went inside and spent a couple hundred dollars on gas and alcohol. I tool a large can of Poppycock to Marc and Danee as a belated Chanukah gift. Justin and Sandra arrived late in the day and we went walking on Lincoln Road with them and Ermeris and ate dinner at 5 Napkins. We came back home and laid around the bedroom watching the end of the Heat game, each of us playing on our respective electronic devices. Happy holiday!
Softly Sunday. The kids left this morning to have a day on their own. That left us with time to run around and do things. But first Raoul had to wait for Norma to appear. He was so angry that she didn't arrive until 2 p.m. I saw that Isora was standing outside her apartment with an attitude so I called her over to the house and had her wrap presents for awhile. That took her mind off being angry. Then when Raoul was finished, we drove way out to west Broward to buy Honey Baked Ham and turkey.
I was the crazy cook today. Prepared and cooked a whole holiday dinner on my own and quite proud of it! In between, while the turkey was in the oven, I took Sandra and Justin for a tour of Wynwood so that Sandra could photograph the graffiti. It was a whirlwind tour even though it lasted for an hour. We came back home and I finished preparing the dinner which was ready at 4. But Raoul had gotten into the wine so we had to wait until 5 to eat. Which was fine with me because everything held just fine.
The kids took off early. We spent the rest of the day lying about the house. It was one of the most relaxing Xmases I can remember. Later, we went to Melinda's for a very low key party. We brought the ham and the turkey and she had a number of side dishes. I drank a good deal of Beaujolais Nouveau and ate a moderate amount of food. Raoul was a party pooper and wanted to leave at 9:30. I was kind of freaked out (as were a number of guests). But it was a good time to go.
I forgot about one of the perks of working at the convent was that I got a paid vacation during the week between Christmas and New Year. So, today was Monday on Wednesday. I'm glad that I finally brought up the subject of being paid. I didn't mention an amount, but I did talk about it. It sounds like even though I'd like to start getting paid at the beginning of the year, that I won't be paid until March. That's okay because I'll still get unemployment and we won't be totally broke yet. But March is the absolute limit!
The days, they fly. Soon it will be New Year's Day. Meanwhile, gotta work! That's life in the big city. Another reason to miss working at the convent. I used to get this entire week as a vacation. There's nothing that says I can't take a vacation. I just won't get paid by someone for doing so. That's one of the many perks that I'm missing these days. But work does seem to be making some forward motion. That's why I'm blowing off tomorrow. I want to do the same with Monday, but I'll show my face and send wishes.
So, I took a day off. I had to take Raoul to the doctor. That takes about two hours out of my day. So, I sat and had some quiet time at Starbucks on Lincoln Road. I ended up chatting with a woman from Bulgaria. She was rather interesting and it was a nice superficial conversation. She was probably wondering why she got stuck talking with an old man, but those are the breaks. I came back home and actually did nothing for the rest of the day. Those are how my days usually go. Lying around doing nothing, yay.
An odd Saturday. Helly was in a sweet mood. It was a little odd. So, I sat and played old music for her and she was in such a happy mood and dancing in her chair and just all around nice. Then when it came time to roll her back into the dining room, the bumpy path put her into such a miserable mood, it was frightening. She was screaming obscenities and just plain miserable. I could tell the way she was holding her head that she had a tremendous headache. She couldn't express her pain, so she was miserable.
I have to tell myself that today is not New Year's Eve. It's odd that the holiday falls on a Tuesday this year. That's why last Monday was a holiday. People enjoyed a five-day weekend. This week is a little different. We don't have a large event planned for NYE because Melinda is still a little somber at this being the one year anniversary of her sister's death. Raoul took off for the farmer's market alone because he wanted to visit his brother and no one else wants to go there. Isora and I are enjoying the cold weather!
It's new year's eve and it's Monday. The days fell in such a way that I got a 5-day weekend. Too bad it wasn't a paid one. That's sort of a depressing thought that I'm starting the new year as a member of the ranks of unemployed. I keep telling myself that I'm retired, but I know that there just isn't enough money to do that yet. We still need to have income for at least a few more years. Then we can live off the proceeds and be fairly comfortable retirees. I'm ready for it right now, dammit!
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