so, the muse and i talked last night and yesterday some. she wouldn't tell me anything other than she had to turn herself in this morning at 11 AM. i'm assuming she has done that. this morning she asked me if i could get a Uhaul and come see her. mind you, i have no fucking clue where she is. you would have thought my response to her was to go fuck herself because that was her reply to me. i told her that given my mother's condition, i didn't think it was possible. she told me to fuck off, i am full of nothing but empty words and she will never forget or forgive. so, in roughly 6 months or so, i've seen friendships of over 20 and 15 years respectively fizzle out over the unfortunate circumstances the friend finds themselves in and my inability to just snap my fucking fingers and fix it. how the fuck is this my life? now, i'm not fully convinced the muse will never speak to me again, like she has done with countless other "friends" in her life, but i wouldn't be surprised if it was either. as much as i love the muse, you can truly tell she is an only child and has no clue about the words compromise, understanding or friendship. so yeah, my life is fucking full of bad mojo at the moment. joy.
the grocery store yesterday was fucking crazy. mom went with me since she had to fix the pharmacy's fuck up with her Medicare part B. i guess the names didn't match exactly on her prescription and her Medicare account. one had her middle initial and the other had her middle name. this took nearly a fucking hour to fix. good lord. the rest of the shopping took another hour as mom moves incredibly slow anymore. while we were standing in line, she told me she understands why i hate the grocery store. i laughed and said, sure, you don't have to deal with it as much as i have to now.
the Dayton Flyers lost last night at home against Mississippi State, 65-58. you would never know that Dayton was up by 3 at halftime and had a 7 point lead with something like 6 minutes left in the game. and with the stupid mistakes the team made in the final minutes, i really am starting to believe i have forgotten more basketball than Dayton's coach has ever learned. that's 3 losses in a row now. my fear that started last year has surfaced again, especially with the number of fans i heard talking about how good the game was and how Dayton will get them next time, etc... i absolutely hate that it seems to be that everyone has settled with being okay with mediocrity. makes no fucking sense to me.
we went to Waffle House after the game. i could still taste the onions this morning.
but i somehow lost weight from yesterday to today. makes no damn sense to me.
VICE was very good last night.
NJPW was good last night.
Mike Judge Presents: Tales From the Tour Bus last night was part 1 of the James Brown story. it was great.
both episodes of Room 104 were brilliant last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Saturday Night Live and ROH.
the New York Rangers play tonight in Montreal. hopefully, they will play good enough to win tonight.
Ohio State plays Northwestern tonight for the Big Ten title. i'm expecting total chaos today in college football. best scenario for Ohio State is Alabama wins, Texas wins and Ohio State blows out Northwestern. that "should" put Ohio State in the top 4 and in the playoffs. a not as great scenario is Alabama wins, Oklahoma and Ohio State wins. that would put Oklahoma in the playoff and Ohio State in the Rose Bowl, screwing that school up north out of that. if Georgia defeats Alabama today, then i think the top 4 will stay the same as i don't think they have the guts to drop Alabama to 5 with a loss. all in all, i just really want Ohio State to win tonight. the rest will take care of itself.
Manchester United plays in a little bit at Southampton. i'd love to see United win, but i'm not holding my breath.
we were up to 1.2 inches of rain when i went out to get the paper this morning. i wouldn't be shocked if we are on our way to 3 inches of rain by now.
i'm running on not much sleep at the moment. my body is running on coffee, hatred and depression at the moment. and the more i get sick of this fucking life, the better the poems get. it's that fine line where i will eventually slip and hopefully die.
i hope everyone has a great Saturday. call if you need bail money, especially if you happened to be booked into jail this morning...
tal vez mi muerte lo solucione todo
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:
TV On The Radio - Will Do
Nine Inch Nails - Physical (You're So)
The Cure - Lullaby
The Afghan Whigs - What Jail Is Like
"Everyone carries around his own monsters." - Richard Pryor
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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