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Happy secular new year. What did we do before? There's email, voicemail and notifications. I don't like any of them. I need to make a new year revolution. I want to get off. Is it possible? I can get off. Getting on is the question. That's the ticket. I mean it. It will all work out and it's all going to be okay. That's what I mean. It could be that your metabolism is in need of speeding up. I want to wish you happy secular new year. That's a concept that applies when you celebrate a religious new year.
The week begins but it feels like a weekend because we're not working and it's like the vacation just goes on. We love not to work on a weekday. It's special. It reminds me that there is a reason to not be working. Every day is a weekend when you don't work. Where does the money come from? We saved for a rainy day and it's pouring, dude. I think we can do it. We may be starving old people in a couple of decades, but what the hell? Let's live for today. There's no time like the present! Yay.
I probably shouldn't read other entries before I get started on one of mine because I am always making comparisons and when someone writes about their to do list it makes mine seem so insignificant. I think that school is finally back in session today. It's been quite awhile. Someone said to me that kids always get two weeks off for Xmas vacation. I guess that means that the private school kids must have gotten three weeks. That just doesn't make sense. It was more but not that much more. Who cares? I just finished a whole day's 100 words.
The year always gets off to a slow start. And it's funny how people wish others happy new year and yet the new year was days ago. It seems like you should only say happy new year on new year's eve or new year's day. But I'm ridiculous. It's a holiday that people are still taking about weeks after it actually happens. It's new year's week, after all. This week only comes once a year. It was a good day after all. There are only 362 more of them to come this year. It's going to be a good year!
Beware the Ides of January, that's a good one. Who the hell are these Ides spoken of again. Beware the Ides of March. Now I have to do a Google search. I'll be right back. Okay, it was a day which just happened to fall on March 15. I had enough. Today is far from the merry month of March. I hope that we can make it through another year. That's the world's weariest wish. I wish that January was never to be. I don't know what I wish for. I'm in the mood for be weary. The weariness is.
I can't write about the epiphany without mentioning Three Kings Day and the birthday of my dear Helly. I miss her a lot. There are a lot of people gone from my life. I suppose that's what happens when you've lived for six decades. There are those that come and go and that's the way of the world. I'll soon be one of those that comes and then goes. Your life has nothing to do with the two numbers but the dash between them. We do dash along and then we're gone. And who remembers us? They keep us alive.
If it's Saturday, why not take a lovely little trip to the devil's warehouse. It's amazing how we've continued with that tradition after so many years. It's all going to work out, you know what I mean? I used to try to minimize my going there but somehow I got into the habit of going there for gasoline so a weekly visit became the norm. I'm going there on a weekly basis to get gasoline for the car but not necessarily going inside the warehouse. And when I do go inside, I get all zen about the experience and go.
It's another lazy Sunday. Instead of doing things around the house, I'm just gonna lay here and do nothing. I can watch the Golden Girls on TV Land and just eat too much. That's a great way to pass the day. There's a football game on and I'm not even paying a whit of attention. That's the way I roll. It's going to be okay. I'm going to be bitter hateful and angry. It's so easy to do. Why turn the other cheek and get it slapped too? I'm over that. There's a new me on the horizon. Watch out.
I'm going to start a new me today. That's the ticket. Why not start a new me every single day? That's the way it should be. Each day is a new challenge. Time to get back on the horse. Take it to the limit one more time. That's the way I like it! I can do this. I will wonder why I wander. I have no reason for aimless wandering. I'm ust going to be amazed at the living of life. I am going to go what's going on the rest of the world. It's all going to work out!
What a beauty day. I love winter in south Florida. It's the most wonderful time of the year. There are a few weeks in winter that make it worth staying here during the hot and oppressive summer heat. Well, as I get older I am re-thinking that concept. It's not really worth it at all! I've been doing it my whole life but as I get older and I'm able to afford going away for awhile during the hottest months, I'm seriously considering it! It could happen. I still have my roommates to deal with. They'll be okay, eh?
September 11 is a day to remember. What is the significance of January 11? There is nothing special about this day. It's just another day. I slip into pocket and step into shoe. Those are lyrics by Sir Paul. I remember. The older I get, the more there is to remember. I have nothing to say so I just write drivel. Just call me Mr. Drivel. We can do anything we put our mind to. I just don't want to do anything right now. As soon as I am ready I'll let you know. But meanwhile, I'm good sitting here.
Coffee's bean water! That's a good one. There's a massive recall, but what does that have to do with a good cup of coffee? I want to go out and make money. That's the ticket! I am drinking coffee, but it's not doing it. I want to go forward and stop writing this inane drivel. I must drive. Where to now, St. Peter? This is going to be a long day ahead. No, it's only as long as I make it. It's going to be a quickie. That's the ticket. I'm going to make it a great day. Yeah, baby.
Friday the 13th and it was just another day. I did nothing. I like that. I actually went to Starbucks this morning and drank some coffee. These two comedians were just on TV and now I'm wondering if they're homos. That's a good one. No whey. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, I was writing about today being an unlucky day. I suppose it wasn't unlucky for me because I did as little as possible. We even ordered pizza for dinner so we wouldn't have to cook. That was a great idea. I love the pizza although it was cardboard.
Good morning star shine. I wonder if I should go to the beach this morning. I haven't been in a long long time. I like to go for the sunrise. Maybe. We'll see. It depends on if I'm awake in time. I would like to walk but I will inevitably drive over there. It's only a matter of blocks away. It's hard to believe that this month is already half over. Whither the relentless march of time? It's a celebration, just plant me now and dig me later. I mean dig me now, plant me later. That's the ticket, yeah!
Isn't it ironic that the person who told me about this writing website quit writing here some six years ago? Go know. That's the way of the world. I remember, in the good old days, there were a group of folks who wrote "diaries" on the Internet. That was called Open Diary. It was disbanded but folks managed to keep in touch. Many migrated to Facebook, which is in no way a journal or diary. There was also Prosebox. Why did I mention that? I have no reason. It was just a good thing to write about. That's it, dude.
I don't like Mondays. I wanna shoot the whole day down. Just kidding! But some weeks start out badly. I have to go to work today and it's a Federal holiday. That's not right. I shouldn't have to go to work. I wonder if I just call off. That's the ticket. I want to call off but I don't really. What's a mother to do? I am going to be okay. I wonder as I wander? Is it a good day to bake cookies? Too late already. I have to get ready for work. It's just another day. That's it!
Once upon a time there was a boy who had a fascination for the number 17. He would think about it from time to time and it could become an obsession. There were 17 mirrors in the house. And 17 pennies by the door to throw into the water when the thought would pass. Too bad it didn't pass. Don't take it if you are not aware of the results. Sometimes fatal results will occur. Someday I won't be here to write these 100 words every single day. Once upon a time there was no one there. It will be.
Hump Day got me down. I'm a victim of the days of the week. The mood around this place has taken a bad turn. I don't want to do anything. I think it's a bad case of depression. Maybe I'm manic depressive and this is the depression phase. I've been manic for so long that down is up. And up is down. At least I can make myself get up and go to work. But that may be coming to an end. I know that I talked about it at my last job for a decade! What the world needs.
Nothing is different, but everything has changed. Those may be Paul Simon lyrics, but that perfectly sums up what's going on around here. We just go through the motions, but the world is upside down. Tomorrow is the dawn of a new day. We are going to have a new president and people are freaking out. How did he get to be the leader of the free world? It's not any longer! What a shonda to the neighbors! It's going to be okay. We are going to make it through this. It's only temporary. Soon it will all be okay.
It's the Don of a New Day. Are we going to make it? It's Inauguration Day. It should be a national holiday. There are so many reasons to turn more days into holidays. The idea of work is so over rated! We need to re-think the entire paradigm. It's time for a real paradigm shift. The revolution is being televised. The media is the problem. Pop will eat itself. We're all going to hell in a hand basket. That's the second time I made one word into two and they're both underlined. Ha ha. I got away with it!
I had a pretty good day. Mostly just sitting around. I did go to Costco and that was productive. I couldn't even tell you how much I spent. I never even paid attention! I love that story. I bought a hot dog for those two but I drank the soda on the way home. I've smoked way too much. And I want even more! One is too many and one million is not enough. There's a hole in the bottom of the sea. Have a great day. You too. It's all going to work out. That's the way cookies crumble.
That's the way it's always been and that's the way I like it and that's how it's gonna be. Something like that. I like to quote Paul Simon lyrics, you know, I am a rock? Those are classic. But what's the point, Edith. It's been a long time coming. It's going to be a long time gone. I am in a mood. That's when I don't want to write and what I write is just ridiculous. There's going to be hell to pay and that means paying up right now. That's a hell of a way to be about this.
Monday is a good thing. I don't like Mondays because I wanna shoot the whole day down. That's silly, isn't it? I couldn't care less about what day of the week it is. That's for working people. I'm still working part time. I don't know whether that's a good thing or not. At least I'm getting out of the house for part of the day. I don't know what to do with myself for the rest of the time. I should be doing things around this old house. That's the ticket. Each morning, at least an hour toward the goal!
It was a long time ago but today was the day that I went into the U.S. Navy on 1972. I have such fuzzy memories of that time. I think that I fuzzed the memories to protect myself. I was young and foolish. Why did I even enlist in the first place? I had flunked out of school. That was mistake number 1. Mom and Dad convinced me that it would be a good thing. I spent four years there. What good did it do me? I am not sure. But it's water under the bridge now. Bye bye.
This was not my best week. I have to institute some new year's resolutions a little late in the game. I'm apathetic. It's time to shake it up. I need to go to the doctor and get an antidepressant. I've been depressed far too long. I need a pill to give me my get up and go back again. That way maybe I could do something. I hate to say it but I'm getting to the point where I'm losing the will to live. I want to cry all the time. That's not a good thing. I'll be okay yo.
Happy holiday, get in the holiday spirit. I need a new routine. There's going to be hell to pay. What's the word mockingbird? What's the turd, shit knocker? That's adorable. I need to go get a hearty breakfast. That's the ticket. And what of a hearty lunch too. And while we're at, let's have a large whoop de doo dinner! Now, it's true that when you eat well you want to continue. And when you eat crap over and over and over, it becomes habitual. That's what you're craving. Maybe I'll have a nice juicy burger. That's the ticket yo.
It's almost that time of the year. It's a celebration. Woo hoo. I'm hungry. What did I have for dinner? I can't remember. That's become the way to measure our competence. Can we remember something from a few hours ago. I don't know what we're going to do. We're stuck. It's the President putting a pall over the country. I want to shake him and get his attention and say stop it. Why does he want so many bad things to happen? Maybe that the ticket. He wants to fuck up so bad that will be his legacy. That's it!
When did I get old man hands? I just looked at my hands and they belong to some old man. Only that old man is me. I am old. Inside every old person is a young person wondering what the hell happened? I am now at the age my father died. This is the age that Helen was when I met her. I guess if you make it past your 60s, then you get to go to your 80s. Is that the ticket? I just seem to hear about folks dying in their 60s or 80s, not 70s. Life's odd.
We all have a past. Who cares? If you share what you lived, it becomes real for someone else. Everything you tell becomes a reality for someone who listens. That's why I write here. Someday you will find my words and wonder why I wrote. I wrote to make things real for you. To let you know what life was like for a 60-odd year old. I'm going to be 65 this year. Don't ask me how that happened! It's just the passage of time. It's going to happen to all of us. It's just a matter of time.
This month is one that flies. It's gone already. How quickly that passed by. Is it past or in the passed hors d'oeuvre? It's a conundrum, Shirley. What's the point, Edith? I have no point. This is just a rambling rose. That's a good song. One moment, I need to listen to that. That's the joy of the Internet. All things are resolved instantly! It's a good thing. We need to have our desires resolved quickly. That way we can move on to the next thing. What's next? I don't know. It's just a dollar that's all. I'm going too.
There it goes. Another one bites the dust. I have to make it just another day. It's just another day. The rest of you will go on and so will I. Do you? I don't know. It's about old man hands. I'm stuck on that meme. It's a good one to think about. What do your hands say about you. I like to picture hands. I am about to go on about what hands say about that person. There are the scars that we all carry. It's more about what you feel. If it ever crosses your mind, do it.
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