apparently, i was born just yesterday...

i had a lovely conversation (turn on your sarcasm machine now) with the dream woman this morning. she told she was trying to get her shit together to come see me this weekend. i thought ok, that's great news. she then told me i just needed to send $140 to Nigeria to complete the ticket for her. the money is to be picked up by a guy and then taken to her travel agent. apparently, i'm some fucking dummy that is supposed to just say ok. so, i started to ask questions. like any scam artist i know, the more i asked, the more "she" got upset. i use the quotation marks because who knows the fucking truth in all of this, if there is anything that could be called truth at all. "she" then went on to tell me about her love for me and no matter how stubborn i am, we are meant to be together, blah, blah, and fucking blah. i told her if that was true, great, but have fun with the other suckers in the world because they are much easier to fool than me. and when any instant message conversation ends up in ALL CAPS, i feel like i am on the right side. who knows, maybe "she" is the one for me. knowing that the last woman that really "loved" me is a former convict, it certainly is possible. but for now, i'll enjoy being single and still having my identity.

the Yankees lost last night, 5-4. that puts them FINALLY on the brink of elimination. they play again this afternoon, which could end up being the last home game for Jeter given the weather forecasts for New York. if they have it on at the sports bar i'll be at, i'll watch some of it.

after the long ass conversation this morning, i am definitely looking forward to lunch with my best friend from high school this afternoon. that should be one fun conversation. with plenty of drinks.

i actually need to take care of some medical shit this morning. running low on pills and i've got to find out if i'm having my blood drawn this Friday at the doctor's office. good times.

The Voice was pretty good last night. i have an early favorite so far this season...

a crazy voice for only 15.

tonight i'll be watching the season finale of Big Brother and The Bridge. hopefully both are great.

that's really all for me. if something amazes happens this afternoon, maybe i'll do a quickie later today.

thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your time.

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...

music:

Buckcherry - Crazy Bitch
Shovels & Rope - Hell's Bells
Chet Faker - Talk Is Cheap
Lonesome River Band - Perfume, Powder & Lead

"All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

can a bitch get a beef bowl

when i heard that line last night on Saturday Night Live, can a bitch get a beef bowl, i nearly cried with laughter because that pretty much summed up my 4 years in high school. it's coming up on 20 years since graduation. i have no clue if the class is planning on doing anything or not. the beauty of being a loner is i tend to be forgotten when the inviting to this shit goes on. i remember i got sent the info to our 10th reunion the day of. i kind of prefer it this way. they obviously would be shocked at all they have missed. or, much like high school, not really care.

i had 2 of the top 3 horses yesterday in the Kentucky Derby. if i would have had some money down on it i would have been pissed beyond belief, as i missed the 3rd horse by one number. i suppose i'm poor to protect myself at times.

today is going to be an incredibly busy day. when i take the trash down the lane, after feeding the animals, i have to go get some gas. and then if the weather is still good, i'm going to get started on mowing the grass. that means i will miss most of the Yankees game today. but, i can't stand to watch CC pitch anymore as he is going through the process of losing his arm and having to learn how to pitch. good times.

now, if the weather or my bad back doesn't cooperate, i'll be watching the Yankees but probably napping a good bit. i need to be able to stay up late tonight and i really don't like using caffeine to do so.

tonight, the New York Rangers play Game 2 of their second round series against the Penguins. sadly, this will run right into my Sunday night tv viewing. so, i'm going to somehow figure out when to watch the other shows after the hockey game ends. this will most likely make me use the west coast feeds to HBO and Showtime and will have me up to 3 in the morning. if i happen to mow the grass, there is literally no chance i'll make it up that late.

this growing old shit sucks.

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i really have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. i'd like to get some writing done. and i get the sense that i might be catching up on some shows as well. probably via my shitty joke of a high speed internet connection. until then my friends and enemies. i've got a forest to go mow down.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

The Band of Heathens - Hurricane
Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer (Live)
Swedish House Mafia - Save the World (Knife Party Remix)
The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight
Portugal. The Man - Purple, Yellow, Red and Blue
Chet Faker - Talk Is Cheap
Angel Haze & Sia - Battle Cry

"I have been enlightened. I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up." - Keith Haring

learning how to deal with pain

i woke up this morning feeling like shit. not sick, but full of pain. and not the kind of pain that means a rush to the hospital. more like the kind of pain that goes with oncoming cold fronts and my arthritis probably getting worse. good times. so, i knew pretty damn early i wasn't going to be mowing the grass feeling like that. but, i'm 2 weeks behind on my laundry and the toilets need cleaned. so you can imagine what my afternoon has been.

my last load of laundry is in the dryer and as soon as i get this blog done i get to do some dishes. i figure what i'm really doing is keeping my mind off of the Rangers second round playoff game tonight against the Penguins. not sure if my back appreciates my brain seeking a little vacation.

the New York Yankees lost last night 4-2. the pitching, other than Tanaka, has been spotty to say the least and the offense has gone cold for the last few games. they play against Tampa tonight. i doubt i watch much of it given the Rangers game. maybe during intermissions.

i did enjoy the Star Wars episode of The Big Bang Theory last night. that did make me laugh pretty good. most of the rest of the night was spent watching hockey and basketball. that's probably what tonight will be as well.

mom went back to work today. not sure how she's doing as she hasn't called. i figure most of the day was spent showing people the scar. i'm hoping she has had a pretty good day. i figure if i can get the dishes done before she gets home, i will have at least done my part.

with that being said, that's all for me today folks. hope everyone has a great weekend in store. mine will be filled with some sports and not much sleep. i'm hoping to have a writing session at some point this weekend, maybe get a few good poems out of it.

be well. be creative. be sure to treat your inner geek on May 4th. and then be sure to treat that geek to some pussy afterwards. or dick, i know there are some women and gay men that enjoy Star Wars as well.

i'll be on here tomorrow sometime in the late afternoon. hopefully after a few victory beers.

peace and chicken grease.

music:

In This Moment - Whore
The Band of Heathens - Hurricane
Chet Faker - Talk Is Cheap
Trixie Whitley - Breathe You In My Dreams (Live)
Butthole Surfers - Pepper
The Devil Makes Three - Old Number Seven
Kiss - War Machine

"Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason." - Novalis