clergy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we all like our egos stroked.

the earth might be cold and dead, but by golly it's all we got.

 

 

hours were spent in a doctor's office waiting room.  my sister had broken her wrist two days before.  the magazines were recent, and so was the photography collection clumsily hung in any and every corner.  all of them had been dated 2006, 2007, 2008, etc.  all of them had been signed with so and so's name.  the various awards and plaques given by the carrollton lions club were displayed proudly in the central corner of the room, topped by an assortment of stuffed lions.  this man was proud, and had a hobby.

my dog is afraid of large machinery.

i never cope well with friends who slip away.  i sometimes day dream of how i can miraculously save our relationship, and all will be great again.  THIS TIME i haven't the slightest clue where he is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it's only fun to ride my bike HOME from work.  (down hill)

the flies followed me around Best Buy, which i really don't get because i had just taken a shower.  (i left soon after noticing them)

the earth IS a cold dead place.

money is made from addictive habbits.

i have an adverse affect on ipod car-adaptors.  my mother once caused a typewriter to "type" by merely motioning her hand towards it.  she also stops watches when she puts them on.  i am afraid of myself.

i almost crashed while looking in the rear-view mirror.  the sun was setting and all i could think about was how analogous that moment was to life in general.  someday we'll be able to move counter to the spin of the earth and at a pace that would make the sunset eternal, that analogy would then die.

some friends of mine like their egos stroked

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i got nuthin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

over hyped

 

 

allow me to suck you in to part of my sad sad sad world.  in my line of work i have the distinct privilege of using a work vehicle.  this vehicle is not old by any means and has many clones just like it zooming around town, picking up children, dropping off children, entering drive-throughs, yadda yadda yadda, dating your sister, what-have-you.  it's just the old run-of-the-mill mommmmobile that any yuppy mom decided they needed 6 years ago.  i use it to deliver flowers.  welcome to my world.

some time ago, things began to happen.  parts of the, what we will call "van", stopped working like they had before.  it's true that everything will see it's end, but is there ever an end to "the end"?  i submit that there is not!  for lo! is that not the same "check engine" light seen days before whilst entering the very car ("van") repair-shop that i am now driving OUT of?  AM I LOSING MY SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MIND?  and i cannot pretend that this is the first time it's happened, for not once, but TWICE before, i have entered that very shop for that very reason to fix that very problem.  the very problem that is back again.  ready to be "fixed".

THE END IS HERE

AND IT'S QUEER

 

 

 

 

queer as in strange.                                                          ....eh whatever, you get the point.

 

 

this isn't supposed to be funny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i have a goal:  to own a house in 4-5 years.

 

to reach this goal i must:

 

1.  zero-out my credit card

2.  buy a cheap (no monthly payment) vehicle

3.  ride my bike to work

4.  bring my lunch to work

5.  buy only one cd a month (possibly less)    <  probably won't happen

6.  develop a really bad taste in food/clothing

7.  sell my organs

8.  beg for change

 

 

 

 

help a brotha out