Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Back in the Swing
I open up my brain and wait for stuff to leak out onto my keyboard but then nothing. And if I try to scoop it out it ends up bending the spoon. I need a brain electric scooper.
Isn't that a weird ass invention? I suppose if you are professional ice creamer than it makes sense to have such a think but does anyone need that in their real lives? I know I don't.
What I do need is a coffee maker. I have wrote how I love my ass some coffee and my damn coffee maker broke. I was putting a can of tomato sauce on a high shelf. The can slips and smashes into the coffee maker. I could have probably tried to get a new coffee pot but the damn think was like 10 years old. So I said fuck it. I was also kind of pissed that the thing had broke.
So since I wrote last a lot of famous people died. I guess it happens. Michael Jackson was a surprise. I was a fan, at least of his more popular work, I'll be honest. I think that the the way he lived was kind of sad. I guess it is hard to judge another person's life from the outside looking in. From the plastic surgery and the seclusion he was in it looked sad. I hope that the worst stuff he was accused of he never did and if he didn't do it then I feel even worse. Can you imagine being accused of being a pedophile and not being one? That has got to be awful.
My favorite Michael Jackson song would probably be Smooth Criminal. The whole Thriller album is pretty good though. I wasn't much his later work though. I think most people felt the same. I did like a lot of the Jackson 5 stuff. Some of the best music ever made.
I need to find some energy. I just feel so damn tired. Maybe I need some of those stimulants that they give to racehorses that make them run faster. yeah it bursts their hearts over time but until then they run like that wind. I have never ran like the wind. Not even a little wind. I've mostly run like jello. Lots of jiggling and plopping and then things just get all messy and fall on the floor. Or I used to get those wicked stitches in my side. What the hell is that about? It feels like someone would be jabbing me in the liver. I don't like to be jabbed in the liver. I can really say in all honestly that being jabbed in the liver is one of those things in my life that I choose to avoid as much as I can.
I think that is it for now. I am not going to say that I need to write more because that would be what they call, obvious. Laterzzz...