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Rabbit, rabbit, baby. It's the first of the month. We need a new saying. March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. It's not lion like around here at all. The day is perfect chamber of commerce weather. It's a new day. It's time. The time has come. It's going to be a long time coming. It's going to be a long time gone. And it appears to be a long time before the dawn. That's the way. I wonder as I wander. Will you be there when I get back. I will return soon, okay?
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a hole. There's a hole. There's a hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a log. There's a log. There's a log in the bottom of the sea. There's a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of.
Enter your text below. Remember, EXACTLY 100 words. No more, no less. That's easy for you to say. Do you know how hard it is to write exactly 100 words? It's not easy. It's just a matter of writing until the counter reaches the magic mark. That's so hard? Not! I'm going to write 100 words just to prove it! Here comes the 100 words. That's all there is to it. Just write and write and write and before you know it, you've reached the magic mark. It's hard if there is a prompt. But being rudderless, you end up.
I really had the best intentions for today. Of course, we all know the old adage that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Oh well. I did get a large chunk of papers shredded and was shocked, I tell you, shocked, that out of all those papers, there was only one bill! I let that pile accumulate for so long that HRS said the house is a shambles. I was shocked that he knew that expression and that he used it correctly. Whatever, it got me to start getting the house into a non-shambles state, yeah!
I might have gotten all the angst out of my system here on 100words. Whether anyone reads or understands my drivel is beyond me, but I really don't care. I know people are going to be who they are no matter how hard they try to be good in all its forms. The disturbing thing about the world is the seamy underside of human nature. This is what I see and generally write about. We all hold ourselves in high regard, and that bullshit about having low self esteem is propaganda to fill the offices of psychologists. I found this.
I completed an entry that was totally purloined. It was just so full of drivel that was dripping with excrement. I don't know what I just wrote. I'm in an automatic kind of state. That's okay. Tits okay, we're the breast of friends. Are you my frenemy? That's a good one! Who would ever ask such a horrible question. Why do I crave meat? Just when I thought I could go vegan, I want meat all the time. There's something wrong with a person who obsesses about meat. It's not a good thing. I live to eat. Eat to live.
I've become polka dotted. It's not a good thing. When I look at myself, I see the dots. I can't connect them because there is no rhyme or reason. I suppose I should go to the dermatologist and let them go cray cutting little pieces off me. It's from decades of living in one of the sunniest places on the planet. I don't even go to the beach and I'm a victim of sun exposure. And now they tell us that the sun screen that we've been slathering on to protect us is the new cancer causing formula. Go me!
Sometimes I wonder what it is that keeps me coming here day after day. I could just give it up but I can't! I wonder who is watching the kettle. Sometimes, I feel like it's boiling over and other times, I couldn't care less. This is a place to come and write silly things, 100 words at a time. There's something to be said about a paragraph of 100 words. What is to be said? I don't know but I get it said every single day. So go know. Who knew? What's the point Edith? There is no point, dude.
Today was the day that I did nothing. I like those kinds of days. That's the way it was meant to be. I ate too much but that's what I seem to be doing these days. I was smoking way too much. I even went out and bought a pack of cigarettes. Bad me. I need to get to Starbucks and use my freebies. I have seven of them. How did that happen? I used to only have barely one and suddenly there are seven. It's because I've been getting bonus stars. I'm good at that. I need a cup.
My name is no. I love that song and I don't even know it. That's a good one. I get it. That's silly. It's not sensible. Do you want to eat with me? Let's do lunch. How about a Hamantaschen? Yum! I also want a knish. Is that too much to ask? Not really. You just go to the ends of earth to find something in a shambles. It's about meat. What the what? I know. I know. I looked it up. When he said it, I was amazed. I still think about it. I haven't gotten over it yet.
I need to go to the ocean. I haven't been in months and I'm feeling pulled. I will go on Monday the 20th for the first day of Spring. That's the ticket. It's good for me. I like to breathe deeply of the lovely salt air. I especially like going there right before sunrise to feel the temperatures change. It's amazing how it gets cool right before the sun rises. I'm definitely going. That's the way of the world. It's all going to be okay. I know that there is reason for the season. That's the ticket. You got it!
So today is nothing day. Next Sunday, however, I will be working. That's okay. It's only once a year. I wonder what they did before I came along. There was a different worker. I don't want to go there. I miss a lot of places that have been demolished. The beat goes on. That's progress? I'm all over the place. Its' going to okay, I know. I wonder as I wander. And I think it's going to be a long long time till touchdown brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Scheisse. I have been remiss in writing here. I have a whole week ahead of me. It's daunting. I like it when there's only 100 words at a time, but when I'm looking at writing 700 words, I might as well be working over to 750words.com. That's a good one. I have to write like there's no tomorrow. That is to say I have to write like there's too many tomorrows! I will soon leave this business. I have had enough. It's hard to know when to quit. I suppose there comes a time when you just stop writing.
I'm on the dark side of moon. It's a weird place too. I'm in flux. It's all about the state of wonderment. I wonder as I wander. Spring officially begins in a week. This is the last week of winter. Couldn't tell around here. It's just the same dry weather. A couple of showers come here and there but for the most part there's no difference between the seasons. It has been lovely having the cool weathers these past couple of weeks. I will miss it. It will be around at least for a couple more weeks. Then it's hot!
Beware the Ides of March. I always remember this day as Charles Barney's birthday. How long has he been gone? What a sad end he had. He turned orange at the end. The last time I saw him, he was the color of a carrot. It was creepy. Days later he was dead and we never went to a funeral or service or anything. He was inscrutable. I went on a road trip with him to Pennsylvania and even to Niagara Falls. That was a good trip. He was gone soon after. I guess that was about 15 years ago.
I'm gearing up for St. Pat's. Not really doing anything or really getting ready, just gearing up. Is that weird? Yes, I don't know what I'm going on about. It's about the green. We went to Savannah like four years ago and it was a trip. I'm glad we went. It was an odd little trip. Just like three days and we flew too. Those were the days my friend. I was just thinking that may have been our last trip other than going to New York to get married. That was like two years ago. Those were the days.
Here we go. It's St. Patrick's Day. Today is the day I remember my friend Pat Scott. It's hard for me to believe that he's been gone for like four years. That little guy, I had no idea he was so fragile. He aged badly. I think that he may have had a drinking problem. His skin looked terrible and his hair was solid gray. It's funny how people age differently. Yeah, real comedy. That's a good one. I'm going to move on now. There's plenty of other things to write about. Like the fact that tomorrow is another day!
I think I wanted to stay in for the day but I got the gumption to go out around noon and I went to Costco. I put gasoline in the car and then went inside and had a record for so little spent. I think the bill was something like $130. That's almost impossible at that warehouse. Afterward, I was in a mood, so I ate a brisket sandwich. That's what gave me the shits! I completely forgot about it until it was time to take a dump. I must remember to never again be that brave to eat it.
I have to go get my coffee. I can't write without it! Okay, I'm coffeed up! Ready to go. I already took my morning pills, took a triple dump (bad stomach from the Costco brisket yesterday), I didn't brush my teeth or comb my hair. No looking in the mirror because I'm going to take a shower and go to the Federation for Super Sunday. I have no idea what I'll be doing but I'm going anyway. It's a day for the Jewish community. I think they try to call every single person in Dade County who identifies as Jewish.
Okay, we've made it past the Ides of March and St. Pat's, so now it's time to wish all y'all Happy Spring. For Spring has sprung. Ain't it the truth? I gots to get busy. I've been busy already but why not get busier. It's okay to be busy. It's a good thing to be still. Silence is golden. So, shut your mouth and make a million. I'm being facetious but that's the way of the world. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. That's all there is. It's all going according to plan. I wait your arrival, simple survival.
Won't you show me that you really care? Everybody needs somebody to lean on. Put your body next to mine and lean on. That's cool. Is this thing finally auto correcting? I can't believe it. It really is doing it's thing. That's awesome. I'm going to go back to sleep but I have to finish tapping out today's words. I'm over halfway done so that's a good thing. There's a good thing. I love to see auto correct my words. That's fucking awesome. It's better than going to a thrift shop and finding a bargain. It's like finding a treasure!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty together again. Have you ever tried to put an egg back into its shell and then try to close it back again. I would say that's just not possible. It's probable, because nothing is impossible. And don't ever say fear, we have no fear. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. Are you a patriotic sort?
If Wednesday is Hump Day, and on Friday we declare TGIF, then what of Thursday? People have started referring to Thursday as Friday eve. That's clever. But it's also jumping the gun as it were. Monday I got Friday on my mind. Gonna have fun in the city. Be with my girl. She's so pretty. I have so much to do. Why don't I just do it? That seems to be so obvious, but there are infinite distractions. I have to sneeze. I hate it when a sneeze is imminent and then it won't come. That's totally frustrating! Gotta split!
Well, we finally made it to the end of another week. Soon it will be Shabbat. And that means nothing to me. It's just another day. Although I love the idea of going to a good Shabbat dinner on Friday night. Maybe that should be my new MO, just going around and getting invited to Shabbos dinner. That's the ticket. I am always thinking about food. What's the big deal about eating Kosher? What's with these people and Kosher? It's like a club. It's all going to work out. I know it. Another mobth and and another show. That's it!
Hey, it's Saturday! Shabbat shalom. If I were truly shomer shabbos, I wouldn't even be near this laptop. But I don't think of this as work. It's just processing. And I think that today is particularly good for processing. I've done a lot today! I vacuumed which is a big deal for me. I put books back on the shelf that I had taken off in hopes of getting them out the door. And I connected the new cable box and now the TV picture is coming in great,but some channels are not working. That's not a good thing.
I was just effing around and I wrote 100 words last night and told myself that I would just leave the window and come back today and save it but somehow I closed the window and lost those precious 100 words so now I'm here creating 100 different words and you know what? I don't mind. Writing 100 words has always been an easy thing. I'm almost done! It's going to be a great day. I know it. When I wake up with this feeling, it usually pans out. I'm ready for a nap already. Is that a good thing?
Monday again! No wonder I keep hearing that Boomtown Rats song in my head. I don't like Mondays. I wanna shoot the whole day down. That's the ticket. It's totally symbolic. Another work week begins. That's enough to make anyone go Montel. I didn't go there today. I just went to work for my lovely five hours and did my thing and came home. That's the best way to handle Monday (or any other day, for that matter). It's all going to be okay. I know it. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. Man soon come. I know that.
So, I didn't go to work today because Scott got his layoff. That was a cray way to end a career! Oh well, that just meant that he got an early retirement. It was getting to the point that I was actually a fearing that he wouldn't make it to the end. Wouldn't that be a bitter pill to swallow? So, I took the day off and spent it with him to cheer him up. We had a steak and lobster dinner that was to die from. No really, the amount of cholesterol was artery choking, but so worth it!
Another day, another 50 cents. That's the damn truth. Why am I toiling for little? I keep asking myself that. I need to get a real job. This one is sapping my energy. I don't have to go today because I'm finally going to see the doctor. I have spent the past three months fighting my health insurance because they didn't think that this doctor should be my primary care physician. I'm going back today after three months. It's pure craziness. I am not hopeful because the doctor always has bad news. He will give me results from tests today.
If I were hurt by Rubenstein Law I would call them at their toll free number. I am not Robert Rubenstein, but I wouldn't mind meeting him. Is that totally queer? I need to work on my look. I can refine it for an old man. I don't have to be a dumpy in the age of Trump. He's a dumpy. Have you seen those golfing photos? They're horrid! I am going too far in this entry but that's the way of the world. Nothing is private, so fuck. I want it to all hang out. Can you did it?
You know,there are like 20 odd diarists writing here and yet I come here day after day and I am never featured on the front page. That's cray. Am I blocking that feature? I don't remember. I've been writing here for so long. And no notes, so I don't even know who reads this drivel. Oh well, March came in like a lamb and went out like a little lamb. I'm ready for some lamb. Mary ate her little lamb. She wanted mint jelly, but I don't like that. Why do people feel the need to put something minty?
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