I said tired, sucka
“Maturity is achieved when a person accepts life as full of tension.” ~Joshua L. Liebman
I’d write an actual real post using paragraphs and everything, if I knew that I wouldn’t write something that went like: On my way to babysit last night I almost ran over a runner and then I almost fell in the (full of water and a child) bathtub and then I cried on my way home – for no fucking reason and Netflix hates me and I’ve gotten lost between Arlington and Alexandria twice this week, once almost ending up in fucking Richmond and there’s this thing* that I’m crazy nervous about next week and I'm a delusional idiot who could have predicted this shit from 14 miles away and…and….blah.
So! Here, check this out. You know, if I haven't pimped it enough.
But I shall not surrender to the difficulty that is NaBloPoMo. Oh hell no. Besides according to Suebob, I could still post my grocery list.
Ok, how's about a story, which I kind of forgot about until I heard Hey Good Lookin' for the 8th time this week (seriously, dude) and so was reminded. This morning, I was walking down the street in the strong breeze with cold chapped hands one of which had a delicious large skim chai latte in it. As I'm walking with the breeze and me teetering about with my spankin' new boots, I spilled a little chai on my hand. And because I have no class, I attempted to lick it off the side of my hand and off of my cup, while maneuvering my overstuffed bag on my other shoulder and my sunglasses were falling off my head. While all of this is occuring, some man walking past me, decides to holler out "Hey good lookin'. Nevermind that I'm 47 years old with gray hair, come see me in my play this weekend it's on page 25 of some random publication that you probably never read" (Ok, maybe he didn't say all of that, but you get it). And I'm all WTF? And just stare back at him, because I'm really not in the business of fancying 48 year old men who find 23 year old public hand lickers, with snot coming out of their nose, attractive.
*ALSO: I need help, in more ways than one of course, but if any of y'all would be interested in guest posting for me on Tuesday, November 7th, that would be really, really, really fucking awesome of you, because I'll be busy, with some stuff: firstname.lastname@example.org