must. write. blog.

typetype delete delete

and delete that too

trying to decide if i like this new head space. money vs freeeeeeeeeedom.

ladies and gentlemen....inthis corner...fighting for heavyweight title...

without a hint of social graces I give you the pyjama-clad typing heathen, from the woods

YEAHHHHHHH

and in this corner...

sporting heels and toting a nifty cell phone, ready to slap you up and down with the latest copy of Robb Report...the new...on-the verge-of-killing-someone-if-they-don't-start-towing-the-line, very sexy and fashionable POWERWOMAN (snort)

they can't believe i'm 40 at the office
until i start telling them what to do
and get out the wooden spoon

i wanna glue knobs and blinky things in peace

but i'm actually quite optomistic that once i get used to this bra, life will be fine
and no fumes
except for the smell o cash baby

hahaha

aintweperky

like many, i too have lost my blogging mojo.

yumm

maybe i should stop using the f word.

ok. had a nice dinner and a few drinks and i'm over it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

So, tomorrow it's my birthday and I am feeling that way again.
Why am I always bummed on my birthday? Because I am usually alone on my birthday. Because living in a country where no one gives a fuck about you sort of gets to you and the fct that the people back home are becoming strangers more and more with every year makes it suck too. The fact that no matter what you decide to do at this point in your life it's too late and no one will ever give a fuck about you because poeple will always be too busy, or too whatever to care unless you have something really great that they find really interesting. And being over the hill and broke doesn't qualify. So pityparty it is. Am I bummed that on my birthday my ex doesn't think, hmn, maybe i wont assume its ok to take the kid on her birthday weekend. maybe i'll show her how much i appreciate her giving up her friends, family, future to move to a foreign country where poeple would treat her like a worthless peice of shit for the rest of her life...hmn. dream on. so fuck birthdays. and fuck france.

the more ya got the more ya spend. fact.
but it feels so good when they're not wearing clothes that are 3 sizes too small any more. or sleeping on a hobo bed that you recuped from the former boss's basement and may or may not have bed bugs...leaning towards may have...actually technically, all beds are full of these...

it's gotten very cavernous and echo-y around here.

now that i have this j.o.b. and it's dark all the time, all i want to do is sleep.

wake me up when it's spring.