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It's Rabbit rabbit. That means it's the first day of the month. Are you a rabbit? You bet your sweet ass I am. Betty told me that like 45 years ago. Betty was my first buddy at UF. She eventually became my fuck buddy. Those were the days before sexually transmitted diseases and we fucked like bunnies. It was great. For guys like me, if you had a certain amount of swagger and a good schtick, you were in like Flynn. I was always fucking women. Those were my straight days. Those were the days I was straight to bed!
December 2nd is a good day to go forth. It's a good day to just be. It's a good day. The weather is queer. The climate change has taken hold and we're experiencing weird weather that is not appropriate for this time of year. That's the way it is, Edith. It's what we're looking forward to and it's right now. Who said that this city would be under water in 40 years? It's happening now. We need to sell the property and get out of here fast. We only have a few years left, so it's past time to go!
Just writing here, that's what I'm doing here. Just listening to some sitcom and writing. That's the ticket. I have to pee. I just went to pee (like a camel). I started peeing and one of the aliens slapped the inside of the urinal with his penis. I was so turned on. What a homo. That's the way it is. A large penis is what turns me on. You got a large penis? I want it. I have been in love with large penises since I was a teenager. That's what's wrong with me. I really really love the dick.
Thursday, it's just another day of the week. I'm going to work today but it's just another day. I have a whole new attitude about work. If I get one major thing done per day, it's a good day. That's a new way of thinking about the way things are going. I just can't get over that deadline attitude that I have to get things done. There just isn't that sense of urgency. Whatever that means! Oh well, I'm just going to get going and then I'm on to the next day and sooner than you can say it, voila!
December 5 2015 is a day that I will never live again. It was an odd day. Scott and I went to breakfast at our favorite greasy spoon on Hallandale Beach Bouelvard. It's a funky little place called Nick's and it's been there for like 50 years. I love it. Scott loves it. We always get something different. And today was no different. We ate a hearty breakfast and then we went to Gulfstream. Park and watched the horse races for a few hours. It was a blast. We had a great time. I came home and totally passed out!
This little website is unusual. Once something is written, it can never be edited again. It's out there for the universe. But how long will these words endure. With the way the site is run, I can't help but wonder. I wonder how much longer will we be able to park our words here free of charge. I'm telling you - the Internet is the wild wild west. We can do whatever we want. Yeehaw! That's the way, uh huh, I like it. Meet me at the American Legion and we'll have a pint and discuss it like civilized folks! Yeah.
Seven days later, he knew that the truth would soon be revealed. Only 18 days until Christmas. Soon it will be Christmas Day. And where's the tree sacrifice? It isn't there. It's time to make the Druid commitment. We can do the sacrificial timber. What's so bad about that? We've been lighting those waxy candles each night to commemorate the Festival of Lights. It's a great way to carry out the excitement of the warmth of candle light. It's going to be okay. Then you know that the future is here now. It was the past a second ago. Future!
Rain! More rain than ever before. It's a feature of the climate change. You know it's true. There's the food of the future. Cheese in a can. I'm in a mood. That's what happens when you really don't want to write but you have to. I have to do this. I'll be done soon. And then I can move on. There are many things to do today. It's still raining. At least we don't have to worry about that rain changing to snow. It's just going to keep on raining. There's nothing wrong with a little rain, but non stop?
I started writing here on the 9th and I lost the will. I think I had just finished writing 750 words for that website and I had come here and had to write like another 800. And that was prolly the end of it all and my get up and go just got up and went. What did I do on Wednesday? It was just another day. That's the thing about routines. They are so routine. You end up doing the same thing day after day and there's no hope for a better tomorrow. In this case, better means different.
It's the last time it will be December 10, 2015. It's also the first time. I like that dichotomy. You going for a walk? I'm ready. Let's stroll. Is there a reason for this season? I don't think so. Everything's okay. Just keep shopping. There's a reason it's called seasonal affect disorder. I'm affected. I have a disorder. Something feels kind of itchy. Did you know there are two kinds of people in this world? Itchy and scratchy. That's a good one. It was also the name of the stupid kid's cartoon on The Simpsons. That's a fact, Jack. Yeah.
Dad would have been 105 today. That's amazing. I'm amazed at that factoid. I'm sort of glad that he isn't alive. No one wants to be over 100. That's freakish. But it does seem to be happening with more frequency. Willard Scott used to wish people happy 100th birthday but even he's retiring. So many people just left the air. He's been on for forever. And that morning woman just left after 14 years. Of course, I couldn't help but wonder what the real reason was. But it's just time. Sometimes people just know. Gotta go. BRB. Or not. Ja.
Today Krispy Kreme is giving away one dozen doughnuts if you buy a dozen. They're like $1 each. But since it's 12/12 that's the deal. BFD. I thought about it. But I don't have anyone to dump donuts on. I thought about going back to the old nursing home but all the times I thought about it when I was going there regularly and I never did. I wonder if they're used to that. I went there every single weekend for years and then suddenly I was no longer there. That's the way it is. Waiting to die, eh?
I have to get busy with buying health insurance for next year. It's been so long that I don't know what I would do without it. It's all these years really been for big things but those big things never materialized. I don't know what the big deal is. We all have health and we all have health related issues but when those issues threaten to bankrupt us, of course we have to insure ourselves against that possibility. I'm not blinded by the light. I am wrapped up like douche bag running the night. This just in. Justin, it's okay.
Valentines for winter, that's what I think of today. Soon it will be Valentine's Day. That's a silly holiday, I've always thought, but it makes money so the celebration continues. That's the story of the crumbled cookie. Can you say, "Inflationary times?" What the hell is that all about? I don't know, but it's got me worried. I just need a car. Is that too much to ask? I have had one my whole life and I can't do without one now. Sorry, it's not going to work. Time for a new car. That one has had it. I'm mean.
These choice and delicate words are dedicated to the proposition that I can write words on the Internet and they can stay there in perpetuity. Or as long as the owner of this domain keeps the registry current. Is that the case? I wonder where this goes. I wonder how long these words will live after I'm gone. I'm going, going, gone. I expect to be gone one of these days and then what? These words will continue to have their presence felt. At least by a certain marginal existence of humanity. Oh, that's you, dear reader. Thanks for reading.
Happy hump day of going through the motions. That's the rub. It's just another set of motions that I'm going through and even though it's part time and I'm making less than half of what I made before, it's okay. I'm going to be okay. It's all going to be all right. Everything is okay. Everything is gonna be all right. I know it. I can feel it. I'm writing it to make it so. And then? No and then. Happy hump day of going through the motions. It's time to replace and repair and remove. It's all about timing!
Thursday, Thursday, so good to me. Thursday is like Friday for me these days because I'm only working part time from 12-5 and Monday through Thursday. The funny thing is that's too much! I think once you've decided that you are retired, then going back to work is just wrong. I have been thinking about leaving already and I've only been there three months. That's my usual amount of time to hate a job. It's usually three to six months. Next! That's the way of the world. Plant your flower. And grow. That's the way of the crumbled cookie.
Every time I hit that submit button, I have put my 100 words out there for anyone to read. Go figure. That's a fact, though. I sit here and tap on my trusty MacBook Pro and before I know it, I have another 100 words done. Then I hit the submit button and those words are on the Internet until who knows? Until the admin of this website stops paying for hosting. Who is doing this? What is the reason? It must be super cheap! Because I have never been charged one penny for putting my words of wisdom here.
Went to the race track today. That's a total trip. What a slice of life there is. And they've really turned that place into a sort of respectable place. And there's a casino too! Go figure. Who knew? All the race tracks here have casinos now. Even the dog track was converted to the Magic City Casino. I went into the casino and lost $10 in less than five minutes on the one armed bandit. I did win on one race because I looked a horse in the eye and I could tell it was going to win. That's true!
The end of another weekend. Today was a rather busy day for a Sunday, but that's not really bad. We did things. That's a good thing. I like driving the car. We drove a little. I went to the grocery store and bought a whole lot of groceries, like more than $100 worth. That was a lot of grocery shopping but I ended up buying a lot of BOGO things. The cashier told me you saved almost $30 today. Thanks for that information, dude. I could have read it myself. You're sweet. Everyone is asking, "Did you find everything okay?"
I can dream about you if I can't hold you tonight. I was just reading someone's entry about being told that they were the subject of someone else's dream. They elaborated about how they were uncomfortable being told because there is a perception of them out there they have no control over. But the bottom line is how flattering it is to be thought of even in someone's sleep. I like it when people tell me I was on their mind, but when someone says I dreamed about you, it's really kind of dreamy. Also, I can dream about you!
Happy holidays and seasoned greetings. What seasonings would you use in those greetings? Well, of course, you have to have a little ground clove and cinnamon. There must be golden raisins. I love the gingerbread. Is that a holiday greeting. Good gingerbread to you, darling reader. I know we already went through the season of fried foods, but I do love me anything fried. It's time for brown baked food. We ate some apple pie last night. This is the season of pie. Baked goods and cookies galore. Where are my dozens? I miss the good old days. That's it.
Do you remember Christmas as a child? What are your Chanukah remembrances? What other holidays have significance? For Jewish children, it's Purim. For Christians, it has to be Xmas. I guess kids love Halloween because they get to run around in costume begging for candy and other assorted things. Who gives out anything but candy these days? I don't know of anyone who makes homemade goodies any more because nobody knows you and they are very untrusting. You are suspicious of those you don't know. That's called the survival instinct. There's a powerful reason for feeling that way. It's primal.
Remember the good old days when we used to have a very large Nochebuena party? Those were the days, my friend. I remember that, on average, there were 100 people here during the night. We had them coming and going. There were many happy people back in the day. Those babies have babies of their own now. What the what? How did that happen? Inside every old person is a young person wondering what the hell happened. That's the way of the world, my friend. The days they come and they days they go. It's like sand in the hourglass.
Happy birthday, baby Jesus. We celebrated his birthday with a little bitty gift exchange. After all, there was no one else around. It's so different from the way it was in the past. I wonder if 2016 is the year that everything changes. It feels like a change is imminent. I don't know what it could be, but I'm feeling it. There is nothing to indicate that anything would be any different. It's all a state of mind. There I go again. If I don't mind, it don't matter. That's mind over matter. This entry was typed without wearing glasses!
There are no more Saturdays in the year 2015. So, this is the final Saturday of the year. What is different about this day? That it will never be December 26, 2015 again. It's the day after Xmas. That was a trip. That was a round trip. We made it through, but I feel hungover. It's a large hangover. I don't want to begin the new year feeling like the last year whipped me. This year, we're lucky in that we get a couple of days to recover from new year's celebrations. Where's my glass of champagne? Drink up darling.
It's my life. That's the way I like it. It's going to be okay. I know that this is true. Because when it stops being okay, it's all over. Well, not immediately, usually. There is a period of time that comes before that. That's the way it is. And that's the way it's been. There's a great deal of precedence. I believe that when a new year comes, it's a good chance to start over again and become a better person. There's something about impending possibility. I like that idea. There is going to be a good change. I've changed.
It's the last Monday of the year so make it valuable. Every day is valuable. I value it. Do you know your true worth? We are equally worthy, n'est-ce pas? I believe. That's a good thing to believe. I believe in many things. Then I saw her face. Now I'm a believer. When pigs fly, that's the ticket. I know that you thought I was going to hurl something worthy here, but that's not the case at all. As soon as I've reached 100 words, I can move on to the next big thing. What will that be? Hmmm.
Tuesday Tuesday, so good to me. That's rich. I'm desperate to fill up 100 words. I have a lot of days ahead of me. But I'm working backward. Go figure. If you knew what was going on inside my head, you might be surprised. It's a cacophony of sounds. I like the tintinnabulation of the bells bells bells. The artist as a young man was a good phase. And now I'm the artist as an old man. Where did the time go? It's passed. It's in the past. It's all passed me now. I had the time of my life.
Tomorrow is the last day of the year. Where did this year go? It's gone just like all the other ones that preceded it. These years pass us by and we just carry on. One day is pretty much the same as the next. Is that a pessimistic outlook? Each day brings a chance for a new adventure. That's a much better way to deal with the near future. It's coming. It's here. It's gone. That's life. Before you know it, we're on to another day. The days they come and the days they go. That's the way it is.
Goodbye to all that. There goes another one. Time is totally artificial yet so real. We mark the days and signal a new year. Here comes a new one. We get to start over or just continue in the same vein. It's one long running story. You're here one minute and pretty soon you're gone. Where did the time go? It slipped away. We let it pass. We shall never pass this way again. It's been fun. It's been real. It's been real fun. I'm ready for 2016. Here come a good one. Here's to the future. I can dig.
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