Stalling?!?! Get back on the fucking camel!

I have jokes to write and the rest of this night and tomorrow off to complete them and rehearse.

Here I’m reminding myself to get back on the camel and keep going.

Why a camel? It’s funnier. Slightlier.

Quoticle – we forget this too often, or tragically, have never heard it

Someone’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

~ Les Brown

Sleeping Symphony of Violence

Last night I had serial nightmares about a killer no one would believe was a killer, so he was never locked up. The one witness wouldn’t speak out against the killer, so I was constantly on the run, either trying to protect the idiot or save myself from authorities.

When the killer went to slit someone’s throat with a straight razor I turned the blade on him and slit his throat, which was fun. I credit watching the “bar scene” from Seagal’s Out for Justice for the kick-ass aikido-esque maneuver of the blade.

As mentioned, the nightmares were serialized, so the same human monster would reappear again. Most of the rest of the episodes I was scrambling to find a gun, which I never did. When the killer came after me I started hurling bricks at him. Then I awakened, but not holding a brick.

Violent dreams mean spiritual progress; you’re slaying the demons of your own ignorance. That may not be true but it does sound cool.

bated breath

when you gonna start your wordpress blog? me and todd are waiting. todd’s put up a lot of shit already –Howington

I’ve caught up on both their bloggies. I was tempted to email H today and give him the good news, but didn’t. Of course, if he was cleverer or nosier he’d have already found Meatlights39: the blog.

It’s 0230 now. I was going to leave the compy off but with these virtual ego shrines how can anyone stay away for long?

I enjoyed my trip to Super Wal-Mart, the one on US19. In the past 2 months they totally revamped it, putting in all new floors, rearranging the depts, and best of all, a brand new fleet of powdered-steel shopping carts with wheels that Roll like Royces. Even the bathrooms, brand new and free of graffiti (for now) sparkled regally.

It took months and months of “hard work” but it was finally time to buy another tall “personal size” bottle of Astroglide. I stroke though approx. 3 of them per year.

When someone tells me to go fuck myself, I’m ready! With more and more posts every day, it’s bound to happen soon enough.