Monday, September 25, 2017

International Cautionary Tale


Well, just about everyone knows the story here. Orange = global safety indicator. There was someone working on a sign, changing the graphics, last week. Thus.

Don't know why the cones are still there. Coney Dapples? Ha... get a life, huh? That would be nice given some cooperation; haters ruining everything snuff it.

Normally don't belly-ache but this morning I sure do have one. Gum xanthan?!! Nodded off last night but woke up with a start craving rice pudding. Near midnight.


Off I went to make the grocery before closure. Home having plus dehydrated fruit. A few more chapters and back to sleep, waking up real early with intestinal concrete within.


Oh, I see that the sign guy isn't finished. Holding his spot for the air compressor. Went out to truck cause, at this moment, fortunately had a bottle of San Pellegino. Had brought it to share with Francesca but got yobbed and later for that. Never again. Just won't go back there. Stay out of bars? Good advise, but, comes the home team?

I can live without them. As it's cooling off, thought to stay home, tidy and read.
Until Christmas. Who needs any of them?Strangers and traffic. This town bores silly.
The local Starbucks full of hostiles and phonies. Just had ridiculous scenario where
young Latina obviously displays chesty and hairly. Alluring? Then a yob sits with her.

Like, this is my problem? What a hoot. Certainly do prefer my privacy, but in public? Hey - you can't trust anyone and nobody but your mother gives a rat's ass, right? Yup.


There was a good session with Dr. Hyde. How does one come to trust people? We talked... he came right out and said it, no games: "When they're predictable." Rare. Oh, yeah.

My 'family' is predictably mean and a studied case in despicability. I avoid them. They shunt it into sadistic 'humor' and well, generally speaking, they're not saved. People I 'meet' are mostly users who could care less. (Too bad I didn't like my mother.) They've got agendas, eh?  Knew girl once. She said, "Some people just want to fuck."

Yeow. Have digested some writing this up. I'm going to hit the tub and degravitate GI tract, get things moving along in peristaltic fashion. Way off my diet, I am.


Up in the air as to whether I watch football later. Haven't seen Cardinals at all so far. Just figure, after I hopefully get a good nap, it might be fun going to a Cowboy bar.

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