He nodded knowingly.
JEH then
JEH now
Friday, May 30, 2008
I think I'm going to turn this into a dream posting blog because that's all I ever do, that and surf porn
I dreamt last night that I gave Jackie Earle Haley, you know, that bad ass kid Kelly Leak from all the Bad News Bears movies, yeah him, I dreamt that I gave Jackie Earle Haley a flash light, and I think he thought it was some kind of sex toy until I told him that sometimes a flash light is just a flash light.
He nodded knowingly.
JEH then
JEH now
He nodded knowingly.
JEH then
JEH now
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Erg
It's almost seven in the morning and I just woke up after not falling asleep till four thirty in the morning, and I just looked outside and saw that animals have knocked over the Thursday morning take out the trash trash cans that I took out Wednesday evening.
Photographic proof that the Thursday morning trash trash cans that I took out Wednesday evening have been knocked over.
I am much too sleepy to go out and turn the trash cans over, ok, they've already been turned over, but you know what I mean, you know, put the trash cans upright, but upright just seems like such a priggish word, and I'm so sleepy, so I'm not thinking too straight, well, I'm STRAIGHT, but, well, you know what I mean, and yeah, I bet you're thinking, oh, right boz, you're too sleepy to go turn over the trash cans, but not too sleepy to take a half a dozen pictures through the living room window, or not too sleepy to make this journal entry, and all I can say is BUSTED.
Good night, errr, morning.
Photographic proof that the Thursday morning trash trash cans that I took out Wednesday evening have been knocked over.
I am much too sleepy to go out and turn the trash cans over, ok, they've already been turned over, but you know what I mean, you know, put the trash cans upright, but upright just seems like such a priggish word, and I'm so sleepy, so I'm not thinking too straight, well, I'm STRAIGHT, but, well, you know what I mean, and yeah, I bet you're thinking, oh, right boz, you're too sleepy to go turn over the trash cans, but not too sleepy to take a half a dozen pictures through the living room window, or not too sleepy to make this journal entry, and all I can say is BUSTED.
Good night, errr, morning.
Friday, May 02, 2008
It sucks getting old.
That's what my sister said to me the last time we talked about our mother.
She carries on conversations with the television.
She talks to Perry Mason, and Hawkeye Pierce, and Laura Ingalls, and Nellie Olson.
She talks to neighbors.
She talks to friends.
She talks to relatives.
She talks to people who are no longer here.
I used to try and tell her that it was just the television, but she has always been stubborn and she never believed me.
I even yelled at her once, and for that I am very ashamed.
Now I just let her talk and agree with whatever she says.
It worries me, but I guess it could be worse.
It sucks getting old.
She carries on conversations with the television.
She talks to Perry Mason, and Hawkeye Pierce, and Laura Ingalls, and Nellie Olson.
She talks to neighbors.
She talks to friends.
She talks to relatives.
She talks to people who are no longer here.
I used to try and tell her that it was just the television, but she has always been stubborn and she never believed me.
I even yelled at her once, and for that I am very ashamed.
Now I just let her talk and agree with whatever she says.
It worries me, but I guess it could be worse.
It sucks getting old.
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