Why don't you go crawl back into the hole
you crawled out of, you pathetic shits.
Yesterday afternoon I had one of those "not getting along with your
roommate" things going on. So I decided to get out of the house for a
while and went down to The Elk down the street and had a few too many
Jack & 7s. But I did get into an interesting conversation, a rather long
one, with a guy named Mitch who was a farmer from western Washington.
We talked about farming, dairy farming, and as it seems to always happen
these days the situation with my health came up. I talk with people and
questions come up which I can't truthfully answer without mentioning the
whole medical thing. I guess that's when you know that something has a
central place in your life — when you can't avoid mentioning or talking
about it in even normal situations. In any case he gave me some words of
encouragement in favor of the whole heart transplant thing. I still am
leaning strongly against it, but it is always good to hear the other side
when making a decision.
After a number of drinks I got some sort of bee in my bonnet that I
wanted to go downtown. So a few minutes later Mitch kindly gave me a
ride down there and I found myself sitting at The Satellite drinking
Fiji water and lemon. I stuck a couple bucks in the juke box. And I drank
another Fiji water. At which point it occurred to me that there was no
reason to be there. Or even to be downtown. Upon which I grabbed a cab
and came home.
Overall it was a good night, though. Nothing weird happened. Which is
unusual lately. I didn't mention anything about it but the last two times
I've gone out I ran into some very irritating things slash people. On my
way to see the Spokane Symphony a while back I ran into a girl walking
along the sidewalk who as she passed me said "Ohhh, Jack the Ripper!"
Thanks honey. You brain damaged shit. And then after the opera last
Friday I had to duck into someplace while I called a cab, and ended up
at this bar that I will only call the Brain-Damaged Ale House and Grill.
Worse, it took two hours for a cab to arrive.
I've made some serious attempts lately to stop being so damn judgmental.
But so far it doesn't seem to be working too well. In fact sometimes I
feel I'm turning into the character of Gregory House on House. For
those who have never seen the show let's just say that Dr. House is
— well, not the most personable guy in the world. That's the best way
I can explain it.
There are those who say that it is not so much our environment that is
important as our reaction to it. I can't say I agree with that much. If
I'm standing at the executioner's block waiting to have my head cut off,
I don't think my "mental attitude" can do much about that.
Sometimes life just throws crappy things at you. And it's okay to feel
crappy about that.
We don't have to be perfect. I'm not perfect, and I shouldn't expect
other people to be perfect either. But you know, why, why do they have
to be so…so…
…oh, you know.
[NEXT WEEK: In which I become Anthony Bourdain and eat, drink, and
smoke myself into a frenzy.}
Sometimes I just want to be mad at what I have to deal with, and to hell with everybody. Sometimes I want to slap the crap outta somebody who has hurt me, and let him/her deal with the consequences for once. Sometimes I want to lean out my window and scream, "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore!"Then I take my meds, and I'm all okay again.:lol:Seriously, Edward, I think I get it. Sometimes you just have to tell it like it is, feel what you feel, think what you think.:heart:
BTW, House is a jackass but I like him anyway, and find him sexy.
I think I'm just going to let people roll with this one. :up:Seems only fair.:p
You judgmental devil you. You'll do OK as long as you don't judge the people closest to you. If you do that…..then you have a problem.
only judge Judy can judge :pthat's final,as for your roommate .she is a saint! you better be a good roommate! and I am not referring to Sasha here :pspeaking of judges : Taking his seat in his chambers, the judge faced the opposing lawyers. “So,” he said, “I have been presented, by both of you, with a bribe.” Both lawyers squirmed uncomfortably. “You, attorney Leon, gave me $15,000. And you, attorney Campos, gave me $10,000.” The judge reached into his pocket and pulled out a check. He handed it to Leon … “Now then, I m returning $5,000, and we re going to decide this case solely on its merits.” 😆 😆
:lol:Sounds like a good judicial decision. I guess the saint forgot to put on her halo yesterday. :p
She called me last night when I was at The Elk. We talked until it became too noisy to talk. I will call her back on the 16th as she will be out on the 17th. All I can say is that I'm glad I have the Unlimited Minutes plan having a sister like Tass. :p
Originally posted by edwardpiercy:
smart girls talk :)yes, call on the 16th, maybe the boys and John will take over on the 17th.I know you like John too 🙂
"halos" are overrated to start with :pbad for the hair :D*girls always stick together * :)off topic,are you aware Tess" Bday is around the corner? :heart:
"We don't have to be perfect."That is the most perfect thing about this world we live in 😉
I only get annoyed when I read the newspaper, and not because of the bad news but because noone seems to know how to write proper Danish anymore. Like you and Dr. House I am too surrounded by freaks and idiots gallore who seem to have made it their business to make my life a vale of tears.You are not alone, Dr. Piercy.