Could imagine?
That they would freak out...
In Philadelphia-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!!!
Yes, my beloved Chiefs won Thursday night in Philly, ex home of our current coach, Andy Reid. Before him, it was like 4 out of 5 ex head coaches had lost in their openers to their ex team. I think it was Bill Parcells that had escaped the numbers. Now there is another, and he is turning heads in K.C. right now. Boy howdy!!!
So there will be no football for me this weekend. Too baked to remember who we have next, dammit. We're looking pretty good, but we still have some improvements to make. Sometimes we let people stay i the game a bit. I want total domination, and I'd like to see Jamaal Charles get a bunch more yards. I gots money riding on this...
Last night we saw Insidious 2. I thought it was pretty nifty, but a bit different than the first installment. This had some slapstick moments, and really only focused on two ghosts. I also knew right from the start that the ghostie that was after the guy in the first was a dood. It was pretty simple to figure out he was some sort of serial killer. Like I said, it was good enough as a sequel, but a bit cornier than the last one.
So anyway, my daughter had her little boyfriend over today. She is 17 now, but it still kind of weirds me out. For one thing, I want no affection in front of me. I find that disrespectful. Also, anything other than holding hands would only cause me to throttle someone. Hard to explain, so I won't. Anyways, she just came in and we were talking about him. I guess I'm ok with him as long as they understand what is on my not to do list...
Should we move on?
Blah blah blah. Now I'm stumped for what to say. Wish I was superwasted, or maybe lightly on acid. I dunno. Just a deeper head change or something. Or maybe just some good tranquilizers, and sleepytime.
Sometimes I need to see a rainbow in Hell.
Something that'll give me the courage to face the whip yet again, so that when the whip cracks on my back, I will be able to still crack that smile...
I should try posting when I'm super high up there in happyland. Today I am all touchy not feely, sans the touchy part. It's like I have a time machine, but wherever I may go, I will only do more harm than good. I feel selfish, but pre-vindicated to do whatever the fuck I want, regardless of the fact that everyone else seems happy in the paths they've chosen. Am I just to be a briefly crossing line invading upon the territories of the oblivious, meandering my way in and out of their lives as if with no rhyme or reason?
Do I even cross their minds?
The real question is why I should even care. To be sought out, to be won over, to be...
The prize.
I shouldn't even want that, but vanity wins the day once again. My hunger for THE GLORY disturbs me from time to time, but I shudder to think of what I'm capable of were I to lose that so called handicap.
I hate that I want love, and your ears, and your minds to bend towards me eagerly for words that I would refuse to speak. This is not out of cruelty, of course, but cruel enough nonetheless...
"Let's pull the wounded dog from under the wheel, and nurse it back to full constitution, and make it a full fledged member of our little community thangie."
Do he bite?
Who out there in this wide, wide world of sports is daring enough to give it a try? I'm not even sure I'd like a female version of me, let alone a clone to hone my bone...
I probably need a handler instead. I don't bite, but I do have a wicked sting. Maybe I need a keeper then.
Fuck the honey, though...
Peace out, my niggs.
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