Monday, December 26, 2005

"Do You Remember Laughter?"

Good morning all.
I finally received some much desired sleep and I feel 65% better than I did yesterday. (Question: have you ever fallen asleep while watching "House of 1,000 Corpses?" When you're exhausted that's some freaky ass shit to intermittently wake up to throughout the night, let me tell you. But I digress...)
I stuffed the wifey on to her airplane and let me say this, after seeing the lines at the airport, there is no way on God's green earth you would catch me flying anywhere... (knocking on wood.) Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be with her right now, going where she's going, taking a much needed quickie break, but someone needs to get abused around here so what the hell, once again I've stepped up to the plate to take a few blows from the mental baseball bat.
More later...
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After perusing today's first installment, here's an interesting thought: With so many portable DVD players floating around in cars and on planes, what do you think the reaction would be if someone were playing something unreasonably graphic, something along the lines of "The Devil's Rejects" or "House of 1,000 Corpses?" Better yet, what if you played porn? What would the ramifications be? Would that offend people? Would that violate one's rights? If so, who's? Would one be extracted from public transportation and banned for life for violating some half-baked protocol? Would one be pulled over and ticketed? Just a thought.
More later...
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I'm in such a zany fucking mood today!
This should prove to be interesting.
More later...
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Having viewed a few slideshows on Flickr, I want to take a roadtrip.
Where? I don't know. When? Right now. How? Well, drive, you bumblefuck. I told you I don't want to fly anywhere right now. Why? Because I feel the need to just go...
Haven't you ever felt that way, like you just want to go somewhere, anywhere, nowhere in particular? I get that frequently which generally results in me driving the loops of Dustbowl, U.S.A., armed with caffeine, assaulting my senses with an assortment of music from my ever growing collection of morphing music. This helps me clear my head, gives me a bit of much required freedom. A fifteen minute grocery jaunt can easily turn into an hour and a half of breathing room, time permitted of course.
This is not the case today.
I simply want to go. I want to experience something, anything new. I'm not alltogether picky, so long as it is something of substance.
Europe sounds enticing. Any suggestions or invites?
More later...
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I've done it! I've gone somewhere - kinda'. I've gone from the computer to the couch to the laundry room to the bedroom to the laundry room to the couch to the computer to the couch to the laundry room... and now I'm back at the computer. To add to the excitement I am considering a Starbucks trip a bit later. My life is magnificent! Don't you envy me? You know you do? I do. You should too. (((laughing!)))
I'm so full of shit today!
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I've just concluded that for the amount of nods I give Starbucks, I should receive free coffee. A Venti Caramel Macchiato a day sounds nice. Any chance we can get a petition started to make this happen?
Maybe then I can afford a WORKING Dell notebook and continue my other writing obsession: Refer to http://quill-driving.blogspot.com if you are interested in more disconnected sides to my personality.
More later...
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In closing, I have to thank you for hanging in there while I've chattered on.
I get this way sometimes. Things ricochet around my skull generating random thoughts and mullings while I am left to bumble along in a haphazard state of disillusionment. It's good in that it keeps me from roaming around the Bipolar wastelands in search of new personal disasters to adopt.
That said, I have dishes to wash and flicks to watch: "The Exorcism of Emily Rose," "Must Love Dogs," and a documentary about the N.Y.C. homeless population entitled "Dark Days."
Good night and get fucked! Just kidding. Get fucked! Just kidding again.
Good night.

2 Comments:

Anonymous D`Anerah said...

I get the need to do that all the time. Just get in the car and drive.

D`s big adventure. Shame though, I never do it.

Wonder what happened to my sense of adventure. Perhaps its stiffled and buried under an over abundance of lithium.

Hope you are doing well darlin.

Hugs

D

4:41 PM  
Blogger [sic] said...

My wife's very understanding about this, which in and of itself is awesome. It's a dynamic woman who can trust someone to the extent she trusts me.

4:56 PM  

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