If you don't expect too much from me...
You might not be let down
sandrine gave me this:
(and if you can't see it then i have fucked the whole thing up) a cool blog award. not sure how cool i am, but hey, i appreciate it.
signs you might wanna give up golfing and take up bowling: if you drive off the white tee markers, and when you are done, you are still on the tee box. if you drive off the tee box of one hole, and your ball lands on the fairway of an adjacent hole, through a screen of trees. if you spend longer than 30 seconds looking for your ball. if you break a window of our maintenance shop, which is about fifty feet off the fairway of 11 and about 120 yards away from the tee box. if you blame things such as mown grass, a fallen leaf, or the far-off noise of a chainsaw for you shitty golf game. if you spend more time drinking, bitching about the state of the golf course, throwing clubs, and kicking holes in the greens in frustration than you actually do golfing.
i saw fred's cousin today, twice. him's just a lil guy. four feet long. i took a pic on my phone, and then fought the urge to leap on him, clamp my hands around his mouth and then wrestle him for several minutes.
i have about three pages done on The Island of Misfit Toys. they are three wonderful pages, but still, only three. school and work and the kids have sapped my energy. but i have not given up.
i had even more witty nonsequitors to abuse you, o beloved non-existant readers, but they seem to have left me. i am sure they will come back when i cannot post, and then leave me again as i sit in front of my computer.
darth sardonic
sandrine gave me this:
(and if you can't see it then i have fucked the whole thing up) a cool blog award. not sure how cool i am, but hey, i appreciate it.signs you might wanna give up golfing and take up bowling: if you drive off the white tee markers, and when you are done, you are still on the tee box. if you drive off the tee box of one hole, and your ball lands on the fairway of an adjacent hole, through a screen of trees. if you spend longer than 30 seconds looking for your ball. if you break a window of our maintenance shop, which is about fifty feet off the fairway of 11 and about 120 yards away from the tee box. if you blame things such as mown grass, a fallen leaf, or the far-off noise of a chainsaw for you shitty golf game. if you spend more time drinking, bitching about the state of the golf course, throwing clubs, and kicking holes in the greens in frustration than you actually do golfing.
i saw fred's cousin today, twice. him's just a lil guy. four feet long. i took a pic on my phone, and then fought the urge to leap on him, clamp my hands around his mouth and then wrestle him for several minutes.
i have about three pages done on The Island of Misfit Toys. they are three wonderful pages, but still, only three. school and work and the kids have sapped my energy. but i have not given up.
i had even more witty nonsequitors to abuse you, o beloved non-existant readers, but they seem to have left me. i am sure they will come back when i cannot post, and then leave me again as i sit in front of my computer.
darth sardonic
Labels: gin blossoms, i am supah lame, sanity is for the weak-minded
posted by darth sardonic at 2:32 PM
6 Comments:
Hi Darth,
Glad you like it.You need to save it on your desktop and post it like a picture.
How is the publishing going? Can't wait to read your book.
Take care
Sandrine
ty sandrine. i've just been super busy here.
You know my view of golf Darth hehehe and that whole concept of having loads to say, and then an empty vacant space where your creativity should be when blogging ... I reckon you have just identified a new universal law.
lol queen vixen, well don't worry, won't let it go to my head
take notes babe and let us know them later...
lol m'lady, ty for stopping by. i am going to post again soon, i promise...
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