3.13.06

Category: dribblings

well, i’m officially old. or, more likely, just a fat ass.
i’ve farked my knee somehow. i think (ashamedly) it started with bowling. it’s gotten more sore over the past three months. and on thursday? as i was climbing up a ladder? like i do most every weekday? something happened.
it felt like my knee cracked in two.
so now i’m hobbled.
and humbled?
shut up.

i made a doctor’s appointment this morning. they can see me thursday. sheesh, by then i’ll be able to walk on it again, so what’s the point?
shut up. i’ll go. really. 

we saw Failure to Launch the other day. it was better than i thought it would be.

stupid fat ass weak knee douchebag. piss.

Sugarless Lent is going okay. i was at the grocery store last night and these snickers bars were all, “hey baby, you look like you could use a friend right about now. you here alone?”
and i said, “i’m not allowed to talk to strange candy.”
but they were persistent, “c’mon baby, buy one. no one will know. your friends aren’t here. you’re going home and it’s not like the dogs are gonna know you cheated.”
“what the- how do you know that i have dogs?”
“oh uh, hey c’mon baby, it was a lucky guess that’s all.”
“i don’t think so. are you stalking me?”
“baby please, talk about ego. like we’ve got time for driving all the way downtown to spy-”
“hey! how did you know- if i see you around my house i’ll, i’ll, i’ll sic the dogs on you!”
“oh baby, you know chocolate isn’t good for dogs.”
“fine! i’ll take care of the problem RIGHT NOW!” and then i threw the candy bars on the floor and stomped them.
meh. in short: i’m craving chocolate like a rabid wolf craves…whateverthehell it is rabid wolves crave.

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