a potpourri of nonsense
"so you must be the famous darth?" one of the drivers hired after my absence says to me. "oh, i'm famous now then, am i?" i can't for the life of me imagine myself being famous at all, even within the scope of the delivery drivers at a stupid little pizza joint in lakewood. the question, considering my previous existance there, should've been, "so you must be the crazy bastard what stomped around this place cussing constantly and hating everybody and always angry?"
we are into the color on my tat. the shading is done. it will be so far from done by the time i leave for florida that i will have to book appointments every time we come back up, and it will probably still not be done.
i am so sore from my appointment tues (where two hours into my three hour block, scott announces, "well, that is it for black and gray. you want to get some color done today?") that when i walk i feel like i am listing to one side like a storm-battered gallion.
welcome back, archenar, man it is good to see ya.
things that bring joy: carhartts. that smile that no. 1 gets where he looks like "the grinch got a wonderful awful idea." flowers. laughter. poking fun at oneself. all-stars. the sun. the rain. the way no. 2 jerks and holds his face like he has been punched in a funny, silly laurel & hardy kinda way whilst laughing when he is being silly. run-on sentences. those little random surreal things that happen almost daily that, if you are watching, make you stop and smile and say, "what the fuck?!?" steaming-hot showers. steaming-hot showers with another naked body pressed against yours and almost drowning from the kisses. nakedness. fallen leaves in puddles. driving a manual car a mite too fast and not worrying about whether or not it is good for the clutch. feeling your ab muscles after several days of sticking to your workout. making-out at the commercials, and stopping when the show comes back on. not stopping at when the show comes back on. silliness. familial moshing in the living room to stupid kid. super soaker fights. mohawks. realizing that the dumb shit you do is being done by others like you the world over. flirting. finding a fiver on the sidewalk. finding no one nearby who might've dropped the fiver, and as a result, sticking it in your pocket. chocolate. too many carbs, and allowing yourself to not feel bad about it cause you have been eating healthy and excercising all week and your back is sore and hey, fuck it, you fucking deserve it. bad grammar. swear words (and if you don't believe me, try it. next time you are really pissed, like your head is about to explode and a dragon is going to burst forth and devour everything, shout out, "motherfucker!! i am going to sodding kill someone in here!! goddamn dozy shite fucking twat bastard carrajo brainpan(brainpan is my own personal word for idiot)!!" at the top of your lungs, with so much force that you are breathing hard, and see if you don't feel better). a barbell in your ear. nofx's ska cover of gin n juice. finding people that think like you in all reaches of the known world, and commisserating.
yep, guess that about wraps it up for the day.
darth sardonic
we are into the color on my tat. the shading is done. it will be so far from done by the time i leave for florida that i will have to book appointments every time we come back up, and it will probably still not be done.
i am so sore from my appointment tues (where two hours into my three hour block, scott announces, "well, that is it for black and gray. you want to get some color done today?") that when i walk i feel like i am listing to one side like a storm-battered gallion.
welcome back, archenar, man it is good to see ya.
things that bring joy: carhartts. that smile that no. 1 gets where he looks like "the grinch got a wonderful awful idea." flowers. laughter. poking fun at oneself. all-stars. the sun. the rain. the way no. 2 jerks and holds his face like he has been punched in a funny, silly laurel & hardy kinda way whilst laughing when he is being silly. run-on sentences. those little random surreal things that happen almost daily that, if you are watching, make you stop and smile and say, "what the fuck?!?" steaming-hot showers. steaming-hot showers with another naked body pressed against yours and almost drowning from the kisses. nakedness. fallen leaves in puddles. driving a manual car a mite too fast and not worrying about whether or not it is good for the clutch. feeling your ab muscles after several days of sticking to your workout. making-out at the commercials, and stopping when the show comes back on. not stopping at when the show comes back on. silliness. familial moshing in the living room to stupid kid. super soaker fights. mohawks. realizing that the dumb shit you do is being done by others like you the world over. flirting. finding a fiver on the sidewalk. finding no one nearby who might've dropped the fiver, and as a result, sticking it in your pocket. chocolate. too many carbs, and allowing yourself to not feel bad about it cause you have been eating healthy and excercising all week and your back is sore and hey, fuck it, you fucking deserve it. bad grammar. swear words (and if you don't believe me, try it. next time you are really pissed, like your head is about to explode and a dragon is going to burst forth and devour everything, shout out, "motherfucker!! i am going to sodding kill someone in here!! goddamn dozy shite fucking twat bastard carrajo brainpan(brainpan is my own personal word for idiot)!!" at the top of your lungs, with so much force that you are breathing hard, and see if you don't feel better). a barbell in your ear. nofx's ska cover of gin n juice. finding people that think like you in all reaches of the known world, and commisserating.
yep, guess that about wraps it up for the day.
darth sardonic
Labels: randomness
posted by darth sardonic at 6:31 AM
4 Comments:
Wait... So you're not famous? Then why am I reading this blog?
Anyway, that was fun.
Things that bring me joy? Getting the kids to bed before 10 p.m.; the kids dressing themselves for school and making their own breakfast; finding a prime, free parking space at work; a hubs who cooks dinner when I'm beat; the fantasy of putting our crazy dog to sleep. There's more, but I don't want to take up too much real estate here. Oh that's another thing -- getting a good rate on my refi.
Add: making a list of things that brighten your day. Or: read someone else's list of things that make them happy.
You mean the other people who think like you... OMG. Batten down the hatches there's a Darth invasion.
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