Post started February 4th but never finished:
I wouldn't suggest.......
debating the evidence from "Making a Murderer" with the dude selling me my stash at a local liquor store.
everyone has an opinion and Holy Hanna! If you can't argue with any accuracy or validity, don't begin to try to talk about the subject with me.
Speaking about murders, who is watching the "O.J." story?
who is even more scared shitless by John Travolta and those brows?
Speaking of low-brow and high-brow, who is completely sick of the crap-show political farce going on?
Who is even more sick of everyone's expert opinion on the subject?
and then I lost conscientiousness
Post started February 22nd but again, HEY! LOOK! bright shiny thing over there yon yonder!
We didn't have internet, phone or cable this afternoon. and YES! I paid the bill!
For some reason, we thought we might have been part of that pulse bullshit, where we were left behind but with lights.
I'm thinking we have been watching too many zombie or end-of-the-world movies as of late.
OMG! We couldn't.even.listen.to.music. Dang! Let's all take a nap!
Okay, so, we don't have Mp3's and that new-fangled biz.
I went to the Cloud and guess what? The Cloud doesn't work without the Internet!!!!
Screw that Big Brother not backing your business up!
I then had to go REAL OLD SCHOOL to entertain our quite abode.
I pulled out an old CD from 2002, maybe it was the Foo Fighters or maybe it was... the Foo Fighter (One by One)
Three hours later, I am thankful to know, my internet FINALLY came back. Little did the "Cox" know I had spent the last 1.5 hours repeating every word about Whitney Cummings and her stand-up about ladies going to the bathroom and Sharpie'ing the shit out of eyebrows and stapling the horse-hair back to that sad girl's head in a club.
Mainly, I thought this was funny because I had held my friend hostage in the bathroom at a club the weekend prior while making sure glitter and toilet paper were devoid from taking away from the total date visage of the bar hounds.
I even made a dollar.
Cue post started today March 10th, and now I'm tired and I don't care about writing about what I was going to write about....
even if is about my 'father' who is in a coma in a hospital in Texas. The only prior notification I had was from a Facebook status update from my half-sister then my uncle updating me today.
Nice to know where I stand in the family lineage. BUT then again, I always knew where I stood in the lineage. At the bottom of the Hoarder pile.
Oh, well. It's nice to know I made the right decision among many to not continue supporting abusive and derisive relationships with people who are not able to reciprocate or care.
I'm cool with that. Cool like that.
In making sure my pleasing attitude is not misunderstood, I do care and hope he makes it out unscathed. And lives another day to thank whatever deity. I would never wish anything ill on anyone. even if they don't give two shits about me.