Mom stopped by today. Got my substitute teaching certificate. Temporary. Got a new printer. Here is a name to remember: Funkanazenji.
- Later -
Work tonight is going to be interesting. Too many very difinitively individual personalities. We'll get out of here fiarly easily though. Wow - lost of adjectival words in those last few sentences. I'm not very good at describing things. That fart was awful.
Tomorrow at 10:00 AM I start my adventure at the Home Depot.
Some guys at the Y were talking about exercising in their cars. Lifting weights while driving is notthe activity I want to aspire to. My God, I hope I don't get to that point. Not bloody likely. It wouldn't make sense to them, but that metality is really weak. Everyone needs a crutch, assistance to maintain. Some people drink coffee (yours truly), some people revel in depression, some people take drugs, and some oter people work out. It's only human. Yes, Prince. Let's get crazy. Let's not let that elevator drag us bring us down. I too want to slip on a purple banana before this ominous "truck" comes along to take this so-called "us" away. Fun.
I may be resolved to stopping drinking liquor all together. I don't get anything from the whole process any longer. Even the flavors are getting tired. If I maintain that the home-brew will be the last beer I have, I may succeed. When the domestic is dry, so am I. That time I meant to rhyme, and it just came to me. I am resolved: I am a genius. The only beer I will drink in the future will be what Joseph and I make, if we make any at all. No more rum, no more gin, no more whiskey, no more vodka. No more Southern Comfort. No more White Russians. Sorry, dude. I too must abide. Perhaps I'll only drink booze when Christy does. Otherwise I may make her feel weird or something. She doesn't need to build some sort of weird guilt thing around my discipline. Nope. I love you more than the Ramones, sweety. And I mean that. No hyperbole. No lie. My love is yours, not Johnny', Joey', Tommy', or Dee-Dee's. Yours.
Wasted life drained from a bottle. These kids are pathetic.
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