not much to say, i'm sleeping badly and eating a lot of cookies. i got the bag on sale at the grocery store for a dollar. i think they're making me sick.
lots of fizzling going on. lots of ways. everything is out of joint. my joints are swollen and bruised, arthritis is going to be a bitch when it hits my hips. anyway...
post 200 was supposed to be magical. i was going to take a picture of my ass in my favorite jeans (lee riders series 200 - at least i think that's what they are - vintage, no tags, no way to know the size or style for sure so i can replace them - they are falling apart). can't be bothered, no one reads this anyway so what's the point? insert mental picture here - i know what it would have looked like, good enough.
more and nothing to say. suburbia the siren beckons, the victor emerges, i go about my business shrouded in the fog of my own demise...
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- monkey
- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.