Yay! Tomorrow is Friday! Wah-hoo...
I realize you have to be "in it to win it" - and I never buy any kind of lotto tix - no scratch off's, no powerballs, no nuthin' - cause that's one third of a pack of smokes baby, and I like my money - [and smoking, clearly]
I'm so bleeding heart liberal that I don't even think I can bleed anymore. Everyone wants my sympathy - and I just can't cater to everyone now can I? Israel, Lebanon, fuckstick arab no. #1...
I have a scanner, I just haven't hooked it up. That does matter. And Sister Machinegun matters, and Ride matters, and Jono matters, and S. Magoo matters, and pilbox - PILBOX matters - and no one but the friends of the seebo will understand... But at least I could post my visual interpretations for everyone to tear down...
FYI - don't drink and blog, and if you haven't already, call your mom...
In our next episode - Seebo tries to branch out from lion taming into everything gross and mean taming... Stay tuned...
2 comments:
i'm not sure i've ever not drunk and blogged. drank and blogged. or is it drunken? i just woke up from a dream where my manic-depressive/paranoid schizophrenic cousin and i were caught by a rich guy on the st paul side of the franklin bridge over the river for smokin weed and drinkin under there on the arches except it was a dream version of the bridge and abstrakted and he held us at his house with his entire family there waiting for an "ambulance" to come and "save" us from ourselves to do a good deed for society, and my feet were wet and gross and his family sat there and just looked at us, and i'd told my cousin it was'nt a good idea for him to take that last toke and beer after we spotted those guys, and they took my dugout but the ambulance never came so after holding us overnight not letting us move they let us go and i woke up and had pinned myself in such a way while sleeping that i was suffocating in the pillow and one of those gasping desperate lurches while awakening. that about how most nights go. oh, and point of that is that when i woke up my summit buzz was totally gone after i'd worked so hard for it. his daughter and son both gave me the eye because the son was gay, i think. thought. now i'm awake and sober and can't get back to sleep...
I too have the "crazy dream" and wake up and can't sleep. This morning - for a change, at 5 something I was indeed asleep... My acupunturist told me you have to "invite sleep in, like a lovah" - and it does work. Only use your bedroom for sleeping and, ah-hem-ing...
Cheers, pilbox; read sometehing on you site tonight at work that I can't believe I missed. But whatever. I think you're great. Dark, but great.
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