Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Back in the Swing

My brain has felt like it was ice cream that was left out on the counter too long for last month. Its kind of still frozen in the middle but runny around the edges. I think that is why I haven't written anything. I just don't have the ideas flowing.

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...


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