Freaking Brilliant 1st post of the year (koff koff)
My end of the year festivus feat of strength was reading 21 Travis McGee novels by John MacDonald in 19 days. I may never have been more cynical and bitter. I have been more angry. But that was in youth when it was an un-formulated, nonspecific, anger. A sort of devil-may-care, lash out at anyone and get in drunken fist fights with my best friends sort of anger. This one is pretty specific.
But now I pay the horrordays price, because I’m sick. Real sick. So just leave me alone. No, wait coddle me. No, no, just fuck off. But wait, can you bring me some juice and the thermometer first? Oh, and the TV guide?
Labels: Books, Horror Days, Illness
6 Comments:
chicken 'n dumplins
NOW.
DO IT NOW!
That is the perfect melding of "FUCK YOU" and "could you bring me a pillow".
I am told by the granddaughter, that the woman I work with, used to make THE MOST AMAZING chicken-n-dumplings EVER. And that now, the secret is lost to Alzheimers. That is a frickin' shame.
This world, I'm telling ya....
it's a thing that can't be bought frozen at meijers
i'll bet you could whip up a pretty
rowdy rendition yerself, darlin.
i have faith in you.
hey...my verification code is
also my new christmacy
porn star name:
"altingle"
Al Tingle could lose 40 lbs
and still have a "Bear"
fetish following.
wish me luck!
John D. bad for your health?
Verification: sinfie
wishful, sinful or fie on sin?
Not so much MacD as the unrelenting griminess of his stuff mixed with too much horrordays and caffeine. Although paying this price for a cup of tea a day for a month does not seem at all fair.
I went past that new tea store on your street the other day and their sandwich board said "Got tea issues?" So I went in and the answer is yes, yes I do have "tea issues".
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