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Did you know that April Fool's has been celebrated around the world for thousands of years? It began when the beginning of the year was changed from April 1 to January 1. Isn't that just adorable? What's the point? There is no point. Just the point on the top of my head is all. That's a good one. Don't go there. I'm just typing to keep going because it's going to be long. It appears to be a long time before the dawn. It's Sunday and then the week comes. I'm better at doing this. This is a good thing!
I escaped from the house early this morning so I could smoke cigarettes. I drove around for quite awhile just smoking away. I finally stuck an air freshener in my car to counteract the smell of the cigarette smoke. Those little things are amazing. I was outside my car the other day and I could smell that little thing. I can only imagine what that little plastic container filled with chemical smells is doing to my nose, and other orifices. There's got to be a better way. I bought gas at the devil's warehouse and didn't go inside. Go know.
We were going to the ghetto but the bicycles were in the way. I went to the grocery store alone and spent almost $70! On just a few things! That's the way it is. I feel like an old person when I go on and on about the price of rice. It's such a ridiculous thing to even discuss. I look around for the best bargains and that's the way it is. I just shared a You Tube video on Facebook. I'm pitiful. I pity the fool. Where am I going with this? Nowhere, man. He's a real nowhere man.
I saw my entry on the front page. It reminded me that whatever I write here cannot be undone or changed. It's a scary proposition. I suppose the only reason I write here is my exhibitionist streak brings it out of me. You are the rich recipient of my words of wisdom, however unwise they may seem. I am documenting the origins of the troubled mind. That's the reason for writing! I have to get it out. There's a lot going on in my head. If I put it out there, it becomes more real. The lard be with you.
Since I wrote about the lard being with you, I suddenly am filled with thoughts of Crisco. It's a completely different thing to walk into an S&M gay bar and see a can of Crisco on the counter than walking into some bakery and seeing a can of that grease. It's good stuff. What's it made of? Cow parts, I bet. It's full of compromised cow parts. And the whole dairy industry? Don't get me started or I'm going vegan. It's all so gross and we are in such denial. I have to get over it and move on.
Went to the dentist today and missed a day of work. I laid in bed all day feeling puny. It was the second procedure of that fucking implant in my mouth. Four months ago it was removed and new bone grafts were put in. No charge. I went back today, four months later, and he had to do it all over again. Out with the implant and in with new bone grafts. I was in the chair for 90 minutes. Grueling. No wonder dentists have a high suicide rate. About halfway through, I moaned for more numbing, which was completed.
We went to the Cuban place for dinner and ate so much that I didn't even photograph it! I wasn't even hungry. I had already eaten dinner! But I was in a mood. It was, after all, the beginning of the weekend, so what the hell! I was in a mood, so what else is new. I'm sitting here in the middle of the night typing this and I have to go to tomorrow since technically the middle of the night is the new day because we measure days from midnight to midnight, where the Jews measure from sundown to sundown.
It's a TGIF kind of day. I am going to pick up Raoul's rich girlfriend from the airport. It wouldn't be a big deal if she were flying to Miami but that witch is always flying into Fort Lauderdale. I think I've told her to stop it, but she's evidently accruing mileage on Jet Blue. She does a lot for us so I will gladly drive north for an hour and back for another hour with breakfast in between somewhere fabulous! I should look at places right now. Maybe somewhere on Las Olas or that diner dump, Lester's. I'm ready!
Right on time, I am. I keep up with my 100 words. That's a good thing. I just have to rush through this exercise because it's early in the morning and I want to get busy with the day. I'm in the mood to smoke cigarettes but I am not going to do that. I will smoke a little pot and then I'll be on my way. I have to go to Costco and then I'm heading to an Indian wedding later in the afternoon. I'm a little psyched about that possibility! I'm sad that I gave Julie those lanterns.
I'm unbelievably calm about not having filed income tax returns for this year. I'm just waiting patiently. It will be done. Like they say, the only things that are definite are death and taxes. I'll be okay. It will all work out. There's just a moment when it has to come together. It's not a lot of money. It's just a formality. Step right over here please. One moment, an operator will be with you shortly. It's okay. I'm okay. Just you wait. There's another one. That's the way it's going to be. I'm okay. You're not so bad, either.
Monday is good. It took me until today to realize that I hadn't changed over my desk calendar at work. I also uploaded a story about Costco pizza to the business Twitter by mistake. I had a red face. That's what happens. The boss lady told me no more social posting to personal pages while at work. And that's final. Okay, I made a boo boo. It's okay. Everything will be fine. It's all going to be okay. Did you know that there is a truth inside every truth? That's the truth! There is a goodness to telling the truth.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood but what a fucked up neighborhood. I still haven't done the income taxes. I did start but that was cursory. I need to get busy if I'm going traveling with my BIL on Friday. There's a hole in the bottom of the sea. Please stand by, an operator will be with you shortly. Please allow 4-8 weeks for delivery. There is a reasonable expectation of privacy. Do not open until instructed to do so. There's a logical explanation for everything. That's a given. Do you know where you're going? That's the way.
Beware the Ides of April, it's not even tax day. They moved the deadline to April 18. I read something the other day about why, but it was so esoteric that I simply yawned and moved on. Today is a humpty day. Have a dumpty day. Donald is a dumpty! I'm not in the mood but I'm doing it anyway. What is 100 words long? This ridiculous rant! More of the same coming down the road. It's almost done. I'm there. Can you say finished? That was easy. There is almost no easy peasy. That's okay. Be right back, mmkay?
I'm having a hard time believing I couldn't care less about filing an income tax return. It's been quite a while since I felt this way. There was a year back in the 80s that I just didn't file. We didn't owe a thing, so we never got any credit or anything. The whole thing is a sham. I'm going to do it, but I think I'll wait until the dreaded date of April 15. They moved it to Monday this year. It has nothing to do with the weekend but something to do with an official holiday. Que sweet.
Beware the idea of tax day, for it's Monday. I spent a couple of hours this morning getting the papers together so I could start the filing process. It's a ludicrous proposition because we always get money back. It's just gotten to be a lot less over the years. The years that I had to actually pay made me truly angry. It's better when it's sort of involuntary. I tried to finish but I was thwarted by a Home Depot visit and a pizza lunch followed by an afternoon nap. I will finish tomorrow, of this I am sure. Yeah!
Most of the time, when I write here, it is hurriedly. That's because this is social tasking. Rather that sit and be studious and wonderful, I just write willy nilly. I'm pretty good at winging it but I suppose if I go back and review past entries, I'll see that they're fairly pedestrian and could have been so much better. I could have written 100 word stories. But, no, I just come here and hurl 100 words out of my head and they're here for your perusal. They're indicative of a troubled mind. That's what this is. It's my journal!
It was 12 years ago today that the Mother of HRS died. I remember that day fairly clearly. He asked me to take his sister out. I think we went to a movie. Whatever we did, I remember like it was yesterday that when we returned, she went directly to her Mother's room and she was gone and she became inconsolable. It was sad and cruel to not let her say goodbye. But she had been saying goodbye for months while her Mother lay there unresponsive and barely eating or drinking. They loved her until the very end. Sad anniversary.
Monday, I'm ready for you. It's time to get moving. I write that and I mean it. I will take this Monday by the horny. I'm thinking a lot about the past. There's a lot of it. It's better to think about the right now and the near future. Who knows what the long term holds? Truth is, we don't even know what's going to happen five minutes from now. All that matters is right now. We have this moment in time. And what else is there. What happened before is all gone. What's coming, we don't know! Go live.
Tuesday afternoon, I'm just beginning to see. There used to be a store in Coconut Grove called Tuesday morning. And then later there was a Four Way Street. There are a lot of retail establishments that get their names from songs. You think? I just wrote that but I think it's true. Whatever. I don't care. I love it. I'm just writing to get to 100 words. That's the way of the world. I wonder as I wander. There will soon be more. There's a lot more in store. Please stand by, because an operator will be with you shortly.
It's not easy to write exactly 100 words. Most of the time (actually, all of the time) I just write and write until the counter reaches 100 words. I either write over and go back and erase or I just hit the mark and miss by one or two words. Those are the entries that finish with a one word or two word exclamation. It's Wednesday. So, that means humpty hump hump. That's humpy. This is just plain silly. But I'm getting closer to my home. I mean I'm getting closer to that magical 100 words mark. I'm there. Done!
Today I hung posters on Alton Road and on 41st Street. I should go back and see how they're doing. I think I'll go back one day this week. It's Passover for a week of eating matza. No way. That's the rule, but I have never followed it. I tried a couple of years but that's just cray. The bread of affliction is for those who believe in gosh. Heck is for those who believe in gosh. I believe that there is a good reason for everything. It all happens for a reason. Do you want to change the channel?
Tonight is the Passover Seder. That's the ticket. I have the day off. But first, we go to put Gomez to sleep. Raoul is super dramatic but I understand because it's one of the hardest things to do. It's just not fair. We all know that when we get pets, we only get to have them for a very short time. When I think back on all the pets that we have had, it's really amazing to me. All the way from the dogs and cats we had as kids to the cats we've had since the good old days.
Funerals are part of life. That's what we're all going to get at the end. "They" tell everyone that we've been called back to be with our lard. That's what we're supposed to believe. A lot will happen after you die, it just won't involve you. Do you believe in reincarnation? I'm not so sure about that. I think when it's over, it's over. That's okay. It was fun while it lasted. We are gone in the blink of an eye. It's all over before you know it. It ain't over till it's over. And soon it will be over.
Happy birthday to JR! It's hard to believe that 39 years have passed since that boy was birthed. I remember it like it was yesterday. And then reality set it. We moved back to married housing at UM and lived there for the next six months until I had to withdraw because of the way the laws were worded. At the time, I was receiving VA benefits but since I had worked the previous year, I was a victim of income discrimination. It made no difference to anyone that I was not working at the time and finishing college simultaneously.
Oh, keep on living, let's go living in the past. That's what I've been up to lately. I'm living in the past. Thankfully, I read a love story about a 90 year old man that gave me hope to live for another 30 years. Lard have merry. That's not a weird idea, but it's so weird to write about it. I'm old already. I can't even imagine what it's going to be like to be older. That I made it this far is truly amazing. I've gotten to where I am through luck. I'm still the same. That's okay, dude.
April almost over. That's the way it is. I wonder as I wander. Would you like unlimited fries with that? Those fries are a chemical wonder. That's a good one. I wonder what's in the wonderful bread that you make. It's all going to be okay. I know it. If I say it long enough, it becomes the truth. That's the way of the world. Plant your flower and you'll grow. I'm all over the place and nowhere man. It's all going to work out in the end. Just please stay to the right. Now, put on your turn signal.
Today is the day I always live in the past. On this day 42 years ago my life changed and I've never been the same since. I wonder what it did to me. It's okay. I'll be okay. That's the way of the world. It's the way it's going to be. Everything will be all right. Would you like some fries with that? Please stand by. An operator will be with you shortly. The beat goes on. The pace quickens. Jake from State Farm sounds hideous. Well, she's a guy. What the what? That's all there is. I told you.
Today is my Friday for me. It's good to be able to have a four day work week. Of course, I'm working overtime this Sunday so I get a day off next week. I'm thinking of taking Thursday so I can have a four day work week. The beat goes on and the pace quickens. Soon the day will come that I will be truly retired. No more work! I'm over it already. I have to figure out how to make it without working. I know that I can do it. I just work to get out of the house.
I went to Costco today. I was unable to get refrigerated items because I had to go to the doctor afterward. While I was searching for a parking place, HRS called me to tell me that he needed a ride to go somewhere. That meant that I had to drive across the causeway. I wanted to get to the doctor early and that wasn't in the cards. I told them that they needed to speed up the referral process because I had to get to the clinic before 1500 for an x-ray. HRS wanted me to do that. Okay!
I was living large today. That's because I spent the day with Scott. First, we went to breakfast and I put on the feedbag. Then we went to Costco so I could buy some cold things and other items. Scott got a few things as well. I brought the groceries home and then went back to Scott's so I could wash the car. That took very little time because I have such a small car. I like it! It looked just like the day we brought it home. We went for tacos and I came home soon afterward. No SNL.
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