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Tuesday, February 02, 2010 | |
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Showing up Location: my desk Mood: hungry Music: life's too short for me to stop Oh baby  Him: You sound like a nice guy. I'd hate to have to bring you to court. Me: I am a nice a guy. I'd hate to have to meet you in court. Him: My lawyer's a professor of law at Columbia. She'll tear you apart. Me: She's just another lawyer. I'm something she's not. Him: What's that? Me: I'm right. See you in court. (hang up phone) Since I wanna keep somea my private life private, didn't tell you that I was in another lawsuit. If the past three years have taught me anything, it's that most people're a lotta talk. But Woody Allen once said that Eighty percent of success is showing up. So I showed up. It just finished. Won't get inna details but it ended up a lot more my way than his. ---------- Had my date with my lady. Ended up playing boardgames at my fave local dive bar - they got candy at every table, lotsa boardgames and few meatheads. My kinda joint. Been running about, ever in pursuit of scratch. Meetings, meetings, meetings. Nice though, not having to run the show. Not saying I'd never run my own company again, but am saying that it'll be a while before I do it again. Just signed up for onea those rent-a-car-by-the-hour programs cause I hadta sell my whip. The inexorable marcha time. Suppose 36's as good an age as any to grow up. Kinda. Her: Why won't this work?! Me: Lemme see. (condescendingly) Honey, you put in the battery in the wrong way. Her: Oh yeah? Well, at least I didn't put on my pants backwards. Me: (looking down) Her: Shyeah...put that in your blog. (laughs) Me: (muttering) Dammit... YASYCTAI: Find more uses for sauerkraut. (60 mins/0.5 pts)  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, January 28, 2010 | |
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What she has to put up with Location: my desk Mood: frick'n tired Music: make me work so we can work it out  Two months ago. Her: Hey...have you noticed a funny smell here? Me: Hmmm, I'm not sure. I did start making sauerkraut last week though. Her: Where? Me: Here. (pointing) In my bedroom. Her: Oh - that's got to go. Me: Where'm I gonna put it?! Her: Don't know, but it's not staying on the floor in your room. Me: (grumble) This week. Me: Hey, I think my sauerkraut's ready, want some? Her: No. Me: More for me then. ----------Me: So what do you wanna to do? Her: Let's go on a date - all we ever do these days is sit around and frick'n yell at each other.  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, August 20, 2009 | |
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Gone Fisher King (but coming back) Y'ever kinda just space out while walking or driving and just magically end up on your doorstep? Hold that thought. There's this great line from The Fisher King where the lead, who's destroyed a buncha people's lives, wails out, "If there were some way I could just pay the fine and go home." S'never that easy. Did you ever complete that sentence, The purpose of life is....? My answer I actually told you once a while ago, cept, I didn't tell you. It was my dating philosophy: Leave people better off having met you. Note that I never said "girlies." Did it to try and help the world out; turns out it helped me out. Thought I'd take this time to tell you some things, cause I still get the occasional email asking:
Spent the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you about her. I've decided that she's my receipt. Don't get me wrong, I'm still hustling for scratch, several items on my body are broken and/or bruised. Lotsa fail. But I think she's my cashed check from Life saying, OK, y'did some horrible, _____ things in your life. And I still promise you nuthin but pain. But alla that stuff y'did? For that, we're square. You've paid your fine...and you can go home. It's been almost exactly three years - August 17, 2006 - since I left who I was to figure out who I wanted to be; three years since my feet were pointed home. Tonight, while talking to her, looked up to realize that I was almost there. Was thinking that this was gonna be my last entry. Was gonna put down: Gone Fish'n and be off. But this blog helped me find my way. So even if there's only one person that still reads me, wanna say "Thanks" for taking the time. (Mom, if it's you, "rum" is what kids call "apple juice"). Gonna take next week off while I try and figure out a few things and spend some time with Heartgirl. But I'll be back Sept 1st round midnight, like always. See y'then, yeah? YASYCTAI: Come back September 1st. (a week/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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