Cheese and rice fuckin' krispies....

Unbelievable.

You guys just will not believe this shit, when I get to it. And, I am gonna get to it, too. Before the end of this day. However, I do have another hayride or two to do first, so it's gonna be a while. Matter of fact, just to be as "cute" as possible, I may just be "forced" to wait til the deepest, darkest hours of the night to do this, just to drive certain people bugfuck with the waiting.

*"Eat me" grin aimed in the general direction of Jersey*

The more they search, the more strands they're making in the ties that bind. (Bet ya didn't realize that, did ya, Genius(es)?)

Keep 'em coming, Dillholes. Keep on searching for Wally and following links here. All yer doing is making it more and more inescapable for him. Yer just tying him even more to me than I did.
Thanks.

As if to prove every single thing I've ever said or thought about what goes on in Wally's World, I have yet another little story. Began, what?... yesterday? (I'm so tired right now, I can barely think.... add "pissed off more every time I think about this" and I'm nearing incoherence in there.) Began yesterday, yeah, when that Jersey Jerkweed found me by looking for Wellacrest. It got a little intense this morning for a minute or two, and now.... Now, it's just lying there, smoldering inside of me, burning me and pissing me off.

Scary part is, it's not "pissing me off" like things usually do. There's no "Go punch something and feel better" about this. Oh no. This shit is making me THINK. And think, and think, and think. I've been thinking about this so much, I'm even starting to think things very much unlike the kinda things I usually think in reference to Wally. Uncharitable things. Mean things. True things. "I'm getting kinda tired of eating shit on your behalf just because I like(d) you as a person, Wal" kinda things... ya know?

And, I am, too. Getting sick of it. Was sick of it back then, too. Probably will continue to be sick of it as long as I live, too.

And, it's all so fuckin' stupid. Incredibly typical of the kinda shit that goes on on that farm, also, by the way. And, see? Here's where one of those "new" thoughts come in. I used to think all this stupid shit was caused by certain assholes who worked there. Well... they're all gone and here this bullshit is again, so now, I'm wondering just who the assholes really are. And were.

I can see getting your panties in a wad if someone were saying mean, untrue and rude type things about you or someone you love. But, to get all stupid over a person "champion-ing" a guy, well.... that's actually rather sad. Very telling, too.

It's also indicitive of the pure opposite of love, call it whatcha will.
I call it consistant, if nothing else.

"All in all, it's just another brick in the Wall..."

Yeah, the wall Wally's trapped behind...
Oops. Did I say that out loud?
I did?
Oh well, tough.

Here's another new thought I've been wrestling with today about all this...

Is it even worth it to give all to save your soul (also known as "keep a farm") if you have to destroy your soul, spirit and self to do so? How much of yourself can ya give to keep the peace just so you can keep killing yourself following your dream, before it becomes a nightmare?

When all those things you have "on the line" in the pursuit of your dream, like heart, balls and self-respect, are taken from you anyway, what are you left with?
And, will it have been worth it, really? Is it even worth it now, anymore? (In fact, how the hell has it been worth it for as long as I've been watching? Jeez, man....)

On the other hand... if you just give up on your dream, ostensibly to "save the manhood", what kinda "manhood" are ya even "saving", right?

Jeezus. Talk aboutcher proverbial "between a rock and a hard place"...
Karma's a bitch, ain't it?

*several minutes and at least two radio conversations later*

Well, that's cool. Now I don't hafta drive that hayride, because it's gonna ba triple wagon trip. Eric is taking it, instead. I'm good with doubles, but triples? Ummm... naaaahhh. Best if it's not me, I think. I suppose I could do it if I had to, but I don't, so Yay!

Now, back to this other crap....

Gawd. My brain is still in "tornado" mode about it all. Got so many things, so many thoughts, flying around in there, it's still gonna take a while to get it out. But, now I have all the time I need, til tomorrow morning at 10am, anyway. (That's when my next hayride is...)

In the meantime, I do have a coupla things I can do around here, now that I'm free tonight and I do wanna take my time with this Wally shit. I want to run it all by you guys, one step at a time and see if y'all see the same things I do.
Maybe I'm missing something. (Like my common-goddamned-SENSE when it comes to this guy... as usual.)

Lord knows, this is becoming more of a "Why, again, do I like him so much?" based on his behavior than anyone else's opinion anymore. Used to be, I liked the guy IN SPITE of what everybody else thought of it or him or me. Now, right this very second, I like the guy in spite of HIMSELF. And, I'm wondering why, why, why again? Nobody is this fuckin' cute.
Except Eric, but he'd never be such a worm.

Yes, WORM.
The truth's a bitch, too, huh?

I'll be back.
Later.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 06:27 PM

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