Happy Easter, ya'll...
Ya know.... I have a question about the Friday before Easter. I've been wondering this for years.
Why do we call it "Good" Friday?Good for WHOM, fer fuck sake? Not Jesus, that's for damned sure.
If I was Him, that'd piss me right off... "Good" Friday. How friggin' arrogant can we be? And, if it's supposed to be so "good" for me, that ain't working for me either, because when I think about what He was put through, it makes me feel like shit, because I ain't worth alla that and neither are about 99.999% of the people who were ever here, so... What's so "good" about it? A man was tortured to death.
That's not good.
Unless, of course, he's (small "h", regular "man") pissed ME off, then fine.
But, not Jesus.
That's just wrong.
Know what I mean? They oughta call "Easter" Good" Sunday, if ya ask me, which nobody did, but I don't care, I'm sayin' it anyhow.
I reeeeally don't think we oughta be celebrating the day of His murder at all. Then again, I am goofy.
(Yeah. It's ME that's twisted. Not the rest of the world. Riiiight.) Anyhoo, in other news...
My car is in a coma. Not "dead", but not running right now, either.
I don't care.
Rob (my Pa. Rob, not my Ga. Rob) knows what ails it and he's coming over later today to help Eric fix it. It's been running fine. No problems. I'm even running Premium gas in it. Went to work Friday, got done, went to Wal-Mart, got my shit, came out, turned the key and all it did was turn over... and over and over and over. It did start once. Ran for about 30 seconds, really bogged down. Didn't sound even remotely "right". I called Eric, then Rob and Rob showed up first, then Eric and Bill with the rollback. Rob got it started by sticking a screwdriver in something somewhere near the carb, but we still brought it home on the rollback, because once he removed the screwdriver, it stalled and said "Fuck y'all..." I didn't even freak out.
Eric's scared, now... lol. In fact, my period is and has been "pending" (i.e. "making itself known") for about a week, my car is comatose and the stupid TV is off because I forgot to pay the stupid bill, but... I'm not losing it. Hell, I'm even "fine". The house is still clean and I even made cookies again. Have a cake mix sittin' out, too. Debating between more baking and cleaning the carport while the cake bakes, or going to bed. Decisions, decisions... If I clean the carport, I can take the bunnies and (big-mouthed frickin') roosters back out there and bring the saddles back in here and have room in the mudroom again. If I go to bed, I have to do alla this shit tomorrow.
Plus laundry. Baking it is, then. Just did make a pot o'coffee and I do have plenty of that liquid meth known as Diet Mt. Dew....
Besides, having all my shit in one sock feels better than sleep in my head. Guess I ought go get started, huh? *siiigh* Yeahokay.... But, before I go, an Easter joke for y'all... Why does the Easter Bunny hide his eggs?
(Answer's in the EP...)
Because he doesn't want anybody to know he's been fuckin' chickens.
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