Monday, July 21, 2008

Traveling at five hundred feet per second...

Five thousand feet from the ground

the other day, no. 1 asked, "mommy, were you a baby when i was in space?"

so many people believe in an afterlife. i also believe in a forelife. or lives.

i am in desperate need of a shave. but i have to say, i love having a job where it doesn't really matter whether the razor has hit my face anytime within, say, the last several days. even showering is a bit optional.

i saw fred the other day. he was swimming lazily towards the center of the pond he considers home. no doubt to see about some frog or water fowl dinner.

my tan is ridiculous, i have several layers. my butt has never seen daylight, moonlight, isrealite, or fanny by the gaslight (and i am seriously considering a trip or two to the nude beach to fix that), my chest, back and upper arms are a medium shade of caramel. my legs, arms, and face are, well, my neighbor b says to my other neighbor, j (who is mexican), "he's gettin darker than you." not only do i have this silly farmer's tan, but i have a "sock" tan included, since they kinda frown on mowing or working the idiot spoon in flip flops. it is supposed to be sunny and warm the next couple weeks, and i intend to rectify this disparity.

i had so much more clever shit i wanted to say here, but it seems to have all slipped my so-called mind.

darth sardonic

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Blogger Lara said...

Will you be taking pictures before you even yourself out?


(btw, plenty clever post, methinks)

12:00 PM  
Blogger darth sardonic said...

hahaha, lara, if i did, i probably wouldn't post them here, for the non-existant readers' viewing, errrr, pleasure, so to speak.

and ty

2:17 AM  

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