Tired. So many thangs and stuff going not on.
This is an unfinished post I'm adding to, and putting the ribbon on.
Ehhhhhhhhh, long Memorial Day weekend. Went to the gym a bunch the last week or so, looking good in the hood.
So I'm watching MASH, and well into season 5. I'm seeing the Frank Burns in myself...
If you love something, set it free.
Malarkey!!!
Whoever came up with that saying needs to suck a fat one. They also must've been the heartless wench that said it to some hapless son of a bitch.
It comes, and it goes. I almost miss it when it's gone nowadays, as if there is a blank spot in my mind needing filled.
It's funny how, about the eons it takes for it to come, closure finally peeks its dirty brown eye around the corner at you when you no longer need it.
Though I still fear the fuck out of it, death is becoming more a welcome notion, at least as an eventuality...
The end of the bullshit, the end of it all. There better not be more of the same on the other side, I'm just saying. I will totally go freaking apeshit if it does...
I wish the wit were back, and any emotion other than seething seethiness, and blowhard-like blowhardiness...
By the way, Alan Alda gets on my nerves. I don't remember his extreme hamminess back in the day. Now he's like a machine gun of shitty one liners. I will miss Frank after this season. I identify...
I identify.
