Friday, January 13, 2017

you'd think the world was ending

i think last night might have been my breaking point. between the pain, loneliness, depression, who the fuck knows what else... i cried myself to sleep last night. lately, solitude has been my therapist. and instead of the usual talking myself to sleep, last night was tears. i woke up this morning wondering when the poems would be coming. none yet.

i guess mom had been up since 4 in the morning. she told me that the coffee was ready, as was the cinnamon rolls. i was still sleepy, taking a piss. i went out to the kitchen and the first thing i saw was the grocery list. i had 4 things listed on it. mom had added 30. fuck me. now, i thought, i get to be like all the other assholes that will be shopping because an ice storm is coming and we could lose power and then the world will end, etc. etc. needless to say, i was not happy. more on the grocery store in a bit.

Life in Pieces was fucking hilarious last night.

Fuck, That's Delicious was great last night. they were in Oakland and San Francisco, two cities i'll probably never get to go to.

Lip Sync Battle was pretty good last night.

Caraoke Showdown is just stupid enough that i will probably like it. think Cash Cab but instead of trivia, you're singing.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Treehouse Masters and NJPW.

so when the grocery store finally called to say my pills were ready, i went. i fully expected a shit show and that's exactly what i got. parking was all the way out to the gas station. fuck me. the last time it was like this, it was New Year's Eve. thankfully, as i was looking for a spot, i saw a guy taking carts inside, so i knew i wasn't going to have look for one of those as well. i circled back and found a spot nearly on the damn road. i suppose my fat ass could use the exercise. i got a cart and went to get my pills. i noticed the woman i have written about before was working. please let me get her. please let me get her. please... fuck. no, instead i got the gay guy. welcome to my life. i got everything on the list and kept the total to under $70. i didn't hit the liquor store up. i figure next week will be my birthday and i will bring a basket along.

the ice is supposed to hit tonight into tomorrow morning. i have no clue how bad it is going to be. they usually make these things sound so horrific on the news and then it's nothing.

the order mom placed with Omaha Steaks came today, so at least i won't have to run out and get any fast food for awhile.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Toronto. hopefully the rest did them some good and they get a win tonight. i need a fucking drink.

i will try to be on here tomorrow in the morning. if the ice is bad, i'll try to get some pictures. the Dayton Flyers play at noon tomorrow, so i'd like to be on here before that. plus the WWE's UK Tournament starts tomorrow afternoon, and i'm definitely watching that.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. remember, only fuck the ones that cough.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...


Nine Inch Nails - All Time Low
Lana Del Rey - High By the Beach
Cowboy Junkies - 'cause Cheap Is How I Feel
Weezer - El Scorcho

"Just get a bag and drop a dream in it, and you'll be surprised what happens." - Charles Nelson Reilly

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

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