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Itís April Foolsí Day and itís also Easter Sunday so that means itís the perfect day to celebrate zombie Jesus! We celebrated Passover Friday and Saturday night. It was really awesome this year because I went to two different places. Now itís back to work tomorrow on Monday and so much for April Foolsí Day falling on the weekend and not being able to trick any of my coworkers. Thatís the way of the crumbled cookie. If you know what I mean. Thank you for making this beautiful day I love it. I think done.
Today was the first day back to work. I had to go to the Federation to do a menial task. It was meant to be. I didn't mind, much. But I intend to put in for mileage! It was 11.2 miles. I don't care if I get a buck fifty. It's the principle! I was not a happy camper, but I got over it. Today we're having a meeting about our Sunday commemoration. And I'm in such a mood that I'm thinking of blowing it off. That's right. I just don't care. I don't care. That's it. Get it?
Today is Tuesday that feels like Wednesday. I wish I wonder and I want the week to fly. Why? There are times when I wish someone would put their foot on the clock. Time flies whether you're having fun or not. It's okay. That's the way of the world. I wonder what it will be like if people ever come here to read these words after I'm gone. I will be six feet under and people will read these words as those they are the pearls of wisdom they are meant to be. Not! It's just writing drivel. Social tasking!
What is left to say? What can I possibly write about? I'm having a conundrum here. What is there to exert any effort toward the existence? Finally, what is there to hit upon? I don't have a zip or zap or any huh to left upon. I decided somewhere upon this written word that I would make not sensible. That's a good sensibility. Alexa will only play a sample of some songs and I hate when that happens. It's like they want you pay that extra monthly fee. What does that work out to? Too much, that's how freaking much.
It's like we are living in the permanent state of bad news. Everything has gone to shite. It's because of who got elected as prexy. It's true that the stink starts at the head and moves down the body. It's enough to make me wanna eat meat. I gave up eating meat and cheese (dairy) at the beginning of the year. It's working, but it's a lot of work. I can deal with the permanent state of bad news. I just try to live my own life. Isn't that what everyone is trying to do? I think that's the way.
I just wrote 100 words and when I tried to save it, the site took a crap. I hate when that happens. But I'm just a gonna write 100 more words. That's how I roll. It's a social tasking website. They task me. I was writing how the folks at 750 words dot com haven't given me a new badge since March 2016. That is more than two years. And I thought I was a procrastinator. I have all this unprocessed paper. It needs to be shredded and or thrown out. I have to get real. Mighty real! That's it.
Based on the smash movie? That's just cray, no? Should I write 100 words that are all questions? I wonder what to do today. It's a Saturday, so I guess that means that I'm going to Costco to buy gas for the car and groceries for us. That's what it means. I can go to Chipotle and treat myself nice. I do that, too. I met Weezie a couple of months ago across the street at that place that is Caribbean, because she is a Caribbean kind of gal. I am not a person to try new places all alone.
I'm looking ahead to this week. It's Sunday and it sets the tone for the week ahead. I'm doing nothing. Does that mean that I'm doing nothing for the entire week? I do very little. I get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner and go to bed. It's the same day in and day out. Of course, there are punctuations which I cling to to make the difference. I should have had that McDonald's hamburger. No I shouldn't. Just because they make them doesn't mean I should eat them. Well, why not? I suppose one hamburger won't hurt.
Monday, Monday, so good to me. Monday, Monday, it was all I hoped it would be. Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what the freaking words are. I just had a senior moment. I lost the track to the train. I went to Publix and then I lost my mind. I left it at the grocery store. I have large bananas and small ones, too. Those little bananas are darling, aren't they? But I have to eat two of them to get my daily dose of potassium. I have been ordered to eat a banana every day.
There's a kind of hush all over the world. All over the world, you can hear the sound of lovers in love. You know what I mean, just the two of us and nobody else in sight. There's nobody else and I'm feeling good just holding you tight. Watching that video just now put me in such a mood. I was all ready for a flashback Sunday, but I came back here and finished writing. There are so many good songs from the past, I have just stopped listening to what passes as music these days because it's absolutely obscene!
Cheer up, sleepy Gene. Oh what can it mean. Or is it sleepy Jean? I forgot. I bet they were singing to a woman. Singing to a man would be totally homo and we couldn't have any of that shite back in the day. I remember what it was like being gay. You know what, not much has really changed. I watched a movie last night called Queens and Cowboys about the gay rodeo circuit and it was amazing the amount of discrimination that group would face! In this day and age. Nothing changed. It will take many more years.
I'm not your stepping stone. Why am I listening to old Monkees' songs? I don't know. It was easy to say to Alexa, "Play songs by the Monkees." What should I say? I never can think of anything. I'm so useless with that little thing. It doesn't pull its weight around here. It's just like a little toy for me. I don't even think that Raoul knows about it, much less even care one little whit. I just thought of the receptionist at Carrollton, who told me that the dirtiest word in the Spanish language was conyo. Go figure, eh?
It's Friday the 13th. BFD. I just read something on the Internet that said it was originally a day to celebrate women, but that men co-opted it and made it into something sinister. That's just cray. I should be riding on that train. What am I doing hanging around? I don't know why I inserted those lyrics but I'm still listening to the Monkees! Go me. I have no idea why I'm doing that except that I can! I like to be different. Thimk different. I already wrote an entry at OD and then copied it to PB. Ha!
What a blah day this Saturday is. I just lay around and get smoked like the salmon that I am. I ate half a whopper and a whole spicy chicken sandwich. I'm doing a lot better with the dairy part than the meat part. There are so many temptations that I have to stop. I haven't eaten meat or dairy (much) since the beginning of the year and I am fatter than ever. I just weighed myself at the grocery store last night and it said 270. That's pitiful! It should be 100 lbs. less. That's not much to ask!
It's done. I caught up. I have to keep up with writing here. I'm very good about writing at 750 words dot com because if I don't write there one day I lose my writing streak. That's right. They keep track. And I'm up to 2000+ and that's significant! So, I'm glad that they don't keep up here because I went for weeks at the beginning of the year, because I told myself that I wasn't going to do this social tasking thing any more and here I am! It's okay. It's the way of the crumbled cookie! That's it.
Good morning, Monday. It's a great day. A cold front moved through last night so it rained and the temperature dropped. It's a clean refreshing morning. I am typing today's words and drinking my cup of cashew milk coffee. I think it has a hint of sugar, but maybe not. I can't tell anymore! As soon as I am done here, I am going over to 750 words dot com to write the day's trope. There's a big difference between 100 words and 750 words. It takes a few minutes to accomplish. And I do it every single morning! Go.
Damn, it took me so long to log in that I forgot what I was going to rant about! Oh well, you know what Grandma used to say. It you can't remember, it must not have been important! My BIL used to get so mad when I would tell him that. I am writing today to say that even though I didn't get a chance to write today. It was a really busy day. Too many doctor's appointments and we even went to the Devil's Warehouse! Go know. It was a lovely day. There's nothing bad. It's all good, dude.
I'm going to knock out 100 words and then I have to get ready to go to my part time job. It's become a real joke that I'm only working part time. It was a real joke since day one. I have been working there for 2-1/2 years! How did that happen? Time flies whether you're having fun or not. I just some old photos from like 45 years ago. What the what? Old pictures do nothing but bring up old memories. It's fun to look at old pictures, but it serves no good. That's the way, dude.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be my neighbor? What does it mean if a neighbor's alarm goes off? It means that you sit and wait a few minutes and then you report it to the police and then you watch as the police arrive a few minutes later and nothing happens because it was a false alarm. Well, in our city they get a number of free false alarms and then they are charged. Go figure. I am very much in favor of weighing the garbage before it's picked up. That would encourage composting and recycling.
Friday should be a fun day but it was pure torture today spent at Bascom Palmer with my darling husband who is such a baby that he can't be bothered to go to the doctor by himself. He wants I should be bothered too. So, at least I got to go to Jackson Hall with Linda and it was a treat. I even ate half a turkey on rye with a shton of cole slaw. Man, those people know how to make healthy sandwiches. I liked that part of my day, otherwise it was pure drudgery. That works my nerve.
I already wrote 100 words for today and when I went to save them, my computer went weird. So here I am writing 100 words all over again. It's okay. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. I wrote that I went to Costco and put gas in the car and then I went inside and spent I don't know how much. Isn't that quaint? I noticed that Mignonette went out of business. That's too bad. I never even got to try it. I think it's the same for that new Jackson Food Hall. You can't charge too much. No!
Oh my goodness, I just took the most amazingly large dump. A bowel movement for the ages, I tell you! It was glorious and I bet it would have been even better if I hadn't indulged in the meat and cheese this week. When I am totally plant based, I have routine and regular bowel movements. But this one was so memorable because it was so large. I didn't know I had that much poo in me! I don't know what happened, but this website wasn't counting the words. I had to cut and paste them and I'm done now.
Today is the first day of the new week and the last day that I am working with only one co-worker. Tomorrow, the other two come back from a 2-week trip. It's been kind of cool, but it sure passed awfully quickly. I also think that my favorite Holocaust survivor will be back today. I missed him the most. He's not long for this world. I worry about him a lot, but that's the way of the crumbled cookie. It's been nearly 50 years since the assassination of Bobby Kennedy. That's a good story. It's on Netflix. Natch.
I'm watching the Today Show and they're talking about RFK. It's like the only memory I have is his assassination. It was such a shock. Any time something happens like that, so suddenly, is shocking. Just the other day, the electricity blinked and it really shook me up. It was such a moment. I have to get busy doing things. I'm writing too much and not doing enough! That's the ticket. There are so many people that are no longer with us. I am 65. How did that happen? Today is Justin's birthday. That means that 41 years ago, born!
There was a story on the news about a woman who got an alert on her phone that her house was being burglarized. She watched as the burglar went through her house and ransacked the place. She called the police and they arrived long after the thief was gone. It just makes one wonder, what is the point of having that equipment? It's absurdity to the nth degree. It makes me Montel Williams. Whatever. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. What is going on with the new soccer stadium? I think they're still looking somewhere for a new place.
No work for me today. I'm calling off. That's the ticket. I will have a four day weekend. I can take that. I'm getting near the end of that place. It will be three years this September. I think I have had enough. Now watch, I'll be writing here 10 years from now and I'll still be working there! Oh well. It's okay. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I have so many vegetables to cook. There's an awful lot of food in the fridge. I just have to do a sort of inventory and then I will know!
Today I will take a moment to remember Regina Ehling. It's her feast day. When I think back to that day 44 years ago, it's so surreal to me. I can remember some of the details but it's become a blur. There are other things that I remember but they're weird. Mom came up for the funeral but Dad didn't. I think Candy did too. Did they drive or fly? I couldn't tell you. I do remember spending most of the days afterward in a fog. Why did I go on? There was no point to continue. Here we are!
Did you know? Neither did I! It's a conundrum, I tell you. It's the way of the crumbled cookie. There's more at the door. But, if you only knew the possibility of the trouble that's up your sleeve. Well, I wish you knew what I mean. Let's go to IKEA! I'm not buying anything that needs to be assembled. That's a cluster fuck. There ought to be a better way. It's a well known fact. Once you get there, you have to wait for the rest of your party before you can get seated. And no snacking while waiting, dude!
The last Sunday in the month. It only comes around every month. There's going to be nine more. We know what we have to do. Lie in bed and have a relaxing day because tomorrow, we go back to work. I've had a three week vacation because the boss has been gone. But come tomorrow, it's back to the grind. I'm not exactly jumping for joy at the prospect, it's just that I'm going to have to get over it. I did attack a large large pile of paper today. So, I'm getting there. Soon you will never know, dude.
April comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. It's pretty spring like today, but it's still going to be hotter than the hinges of hell! I'm sitting here naked waiting to take a shower and then go off to my part time job where I will work for five hours. That's so exciting to me. I guess as long as I'm getting some sort of satisfaction there, I can stay. Otherwise, I may be out on the street, as they say. I wonder what would happen if I were to give up that $14K a year.
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