Great...now I'm doin' it...

Not bloggin' much on weekends. It's not like I'm holding back or anything, tho. I'm just using that energy for other stuff, like cleaning and shit. I'm still venting, too...releasing tension and all that. Just yesterday, fer instance. I took a situation in hand and finally 'figured out' somethng that has been buggin' me for quite some time.
See, I've got this older boombox that I've had since I worked for Wally. I used to hang it in the parlor on an overhead pipe with a bungee cord and it was great. Until some assholes walked right into it with their hard, yet uninjured heads and knocked it down. Nuthin' I like better than the sound of my radio bouncin' off the concrete, CD's flying. Siiiiigh...men.
It survived several episodes like that and currently resides in the kitchen, surrounded by CD's and tapes. The past few months, it's been sorta 'selective' about when it will play CD's. Usually, if I screw around with it a while, it'll go on and work. Day before yesterday, it worked without the screwin' around. Then...yesterday.
Let me put it this way. It still doesn't work, but at least now I know why.
I'm pretty damn sure it has to do with the Craftsman 3/4 inch wrench, open on one end, closed on the other, that is currently sticking out of the top of it.
Sumbitch.
I was standing there for going on the 23rd minute trying to get it to cooperate. I slammed it shut this one time and this wrench slid into view. I popped the thing back open, politely removed Elvis, shut it and...murdered it.
To pieces.
I beat the ever lovin' hell outta that fuckin' thing.
I haven't done that for....years? Well, I know it been months, anyway. Lotsa months.
See? I knew something was bothering me. I highly doubt that that's exactly what it was, but I do feel lots better now.

All I can picture is me, lookin' like John Belushi in Animal House with that dudes guitar....wang!...bang!...bash!...splinter! "Uumm...sorry." Except I ain't one bit sorry. Stupid thing. That's something that I, and probably many one or two of you guys, have in common with Micky Dolenz...no patience for stupidity, especially not from inanimate objects.

Anyway...after that I got about 99% of the house done, fell asleep in bed while it was dark out and got up when it got light out like a normal person (kill me now) and continued on with the wash and made brownies. (No, not Rev. Jim brownies...altho I did consider it.) I've got chicken thawing to do something with for dinner and I do believe I'm gonna go outside for a while....TBT.

Been wantin' to do that, but I've heard shots fired around here recently. I do know one thing...I ain't gonna bother wearing that ugly orange if I do go out there. It does no good. That dude who got shot last week was wearing what I took to be a duster that orange color and....bang. So...what's the point? Besides, I know where all the deerstands are and...Exactly how many deer are going around singing Larry Gatlin at the top of their voices, anyway?
Tell ya one thing, tho. Ya fuckin' shoot me, you better kill me outright or I will live just long enough to shove yer weapon up yer ass. Death, I could care less about. Wound me and I'll beat yer ass.
Besides, isn't it illegal to hunt on Sunday or something, anyway?
Oh well, we shall see. Hell, I'm sure Eric would post something somewhere if anything happened.

On that note....I'm gonna go finish my shit, get the hell outside and back in here, get dinner and the rest of this days crap over with and get ready to do the one thing I've had the most fun with lately, that I haven't let myself do in the last day or two. (And, no, it's not that, because I'm still coughing my ass off...)
This thing, I've been not doing lately in a bid to get my housecrap done. I've been waiting to 'deserve' it. It's that cool, yes. And, no, it has nothing to so with sex or nudity or any o'that shit...(you guys!) It's just a blast... a thing that when I start, I do it for hours and hours without realizing how long it is. I sit here and watch my house get undone around me and I don't care. I just get another cuppa coffee, s'more smokes and keep typing. (Kinda like Stpehen Wright's very disciplined East German Shepard, C'merestay, when Stephen calls him too many times while he's typing...)
I'm almost ready. Only one or two more things I'd like to do, then....blessed relief from the torture that is abstinence from this thing I do. I miss it so bad, my souls achin'. So...if I can find my partner-in-crime later, I'll be one happy lil bitch. If not, there's always the phone.....

Posted by: Stevie at 01:49 PM

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Posted by: Mad William Flint at November 23, 2003 03:11 PM (jRssG)

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