i left out the morning adventure of taking mom to this outpatient place to bring them a stool sample. mom has no sense of smell anymore. i'm not that lucky.
after Best Buy we went to lunch. our waitress might have been 4 feet tall. but she had a crazy body, expect some poems about that before too long. on the way home from lunch, my stomach decided to rumble and make life interesting. driving home while trying to not think about shitting your pants isn't a new experience for me. just my luck, the new toilet we got didn't come with a seat for some fucking reason. and the one on there isn't a good fit for my fat ass, so i'm still shitting in my mother's bathroom. thankfully, no shit ended up on the carpet. good times.
welcome to the life of a poet people.
the New York Rangers ended their losing streak last night but are still playing shit hockey. and now the injuries are starting to pile up. still, i'll gladly take the 2 points from a 4-3 win over Carolina.
i thought The Voice last night was really good. i have no fucking clue who is going home tonight.
Monday Night Raw was more of the same old shit. some really good stuff (The New Day and a flashback to ECW 20 years ago) and a whole bunch of throw some shit against the wall and hope something sticks.
thankfully, Gotham last night was as close to perfect as a show can come. every second of it was awesome. the ending had me right on the edge of my seat. i can't wait for the show to come back in February.
enjoy some music kids:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, The Muppets, Scream Queens and the special on AIDS by VICE tonight on HBO.
i think whatever little cold mom had she has now given it to me. fucking great.
that's all for me today. i need to get the trash picked up and get next door and get their trash as well. good times.
i hope everyone is doing better than i am. if not, i suppose that's why they invented alcohol.
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:
Concrete Blonde - Tomorrow, Wendy
The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Push the Sky Away
"Everyone carries around his own monsters." - Richard Pryor
and your whatever the fuck video i want you to see of the day:
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