Brass Monkey/that Funky Monkey/Brass Monkey Junkie/That funky monkey
Aye. So here we are on Monday. For as long as I can remember, I've prided myself on having what I consider incredible weekends. You know, where you don't get a lot of sleep, you have a ton of fun, and then you spend two or three days just trying to get back to normal so you can do it all over again? Yeah, I love that. That's what weekends are for. What, did you think they were for rest? Relaxation? Yeah, I'll do that when I'm dead. Inject me with some cheese!
But there comes a time, when you wonder if you didn't do too much. Like Saturday. I went to sleep on Friday at two thirty or so. After hanging out at Jerm's for a bit, watching Indiana Jones, and then sitting around at my house trying to get sleepy. So I go to sleep, get up the next morning at six fifty, shower, hop in the car and go to work. I work from 7:30 till 4:00. That's right, a half hour shy of nine hours of work. I then go home and sleep right? Wrong! Wrong! I change clothes and go play football. Three touchdowns, two achy knees, and one seriously disconcerting dizzy spell later I head home. Finally to sleep? No. . .to shower and dash off to see the Legend of Zorro. Then to Logan's. And finally home to sleep. At about eleven thirty. An early night, I know, but well, I had to sleep at some point.
I'm usually against blogging for the sole purpose of talking about what I've been doing, but this proves a valid point for me. I'm tired. Okay, that's all I have to say.
You expect me to talk? No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I'm sorry like Atari/the cousin to Coleco/Chico de Barge he large/and got a lac up in the garage/a few parts here and there I declare hard/my lawd/one at Clark one at Spellman/both know each other they cool you can tell when/they walk up in a party women jump for joy/but all the while gentlemen scheming they gone jump the boy
So here's something you might not know about FedEx. Its a company. And as a company, its all about bottom line. Why am I even talking about bottom lines, companies, corporations and such? Because I popped a fan belt today.
But that's not it. I'm getting a new truck. I can barely contain my excitement. I'm serious. When they told me, it was everything I could do not to jump up and down and celebrate. And believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to run through the halls of my uh. . .whoa. Where'd that come from?
Maybe you don't understand where I'm coming from. My truck is old. Quite possibly older than me, though I doubt that. Its one of the first trucks in the Fedex Fleet. Well. . .the fleet here in Huntsville. Its seen fire, its seen rain. For instance, today, it started shooting coolant out of the dash (rain) and it overheated, leaving me stranded (fire). But that's not the first time this type of thing has happened to me. Me and my fedex truck have been on the side of the road many a time, and I ask you, can you deliver the world on time by foot. The answer, of course, is no. And don't try to be foolish and tell me yes, because that folly shalt no longer be invited into this forum upon which we stand. . .verily.
Also, I'm slightly irritated when people talk to me only to get a favor from me. That's not cool. Don't be that person.
Look at that! She's doing a horrible job washing that car!
So here's something you might not know about FedEx. Its a company. And as a company, its all about bottom line. Why am I even talking about bottom lines, companies, corporations and such? Because I popped a fan belt today.
But that's not it. I'm getting a new truck. I can barely contain my excitement. I'm serious. When they told me, it was everything I could do not to jump up and down and celebrate. And believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to run through the halls of my uh. . .whoa. Where'd that come from?
Maybe you don't understand where I'm coming from. My truck is old. Quite possibly older than me, though I doubt that. Its one of the first trucks in the Fedex Fleet. Well. . .the fleet here in Huntsville. Its seen fire, its seen rain. For instance, today, it started shooting coolant out of the dash (rain) and it overheated, leaving me stranded (fire). But that's not the first time this type of thing has happened to me. Me and my fedex truck have been on the side of the road many a time, and I ask you, can you deliver the world on time by foot. The answer, of course, is no. And don't try to be foolish and tell me yes, because that folly shalt no longer be invited into this forum upon which we stand. . .verily.
Also, I'm slightly irritated when people talk to me only to get a favor from me. That's not cool. Don't be that person.
Look at that! She's doing a horrible job washing that car!
Thursday, October 20, 2005
I was going to bake you a casserole for your loss, but. . .uh. . .I didn't.
Remember what I said about, you know, saying more as the week went on? Yeah, well, uh. . .I lied. Sorta. Actually, I failed to make good on that promise. So uh. . .whatever.
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Remember what I said about, you know, saying more as the week went on? Yeah, well, uh. . .I lied. Sorta. Actually, I failed to make good on that promise. So uh. . .whatever.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
In the place to be. What is the place to be?
Yesterday I had a headache that felt as if I had somehow managed to slow time down to an unbelieveably slow crawl, and then shot myself in the head. After taking five extra strength Advil, my temperature dropped significantly, and my headache went away. Lovely.
Today I woke up feeling quite refreshed, and went to work in a relatively cheerful mood. For some reason, I feel as if I'm finally getting the hang of things. Or maybe I just slept really well last night. Perhaps.
Not sure what I'm thinking now, if that's what you came here for, then you are to be gravely disappointed with what's happening currently in my blog. But not to worry, there'll be more as the week goes on and I get less content.
Yesterday I had a headache that felt as if I had somehow managed to slow time down to an unbelieveably slow crawl, and then shot myself in the head. After taking five extra strength Advil, my temperature dropped significantly, and my headache went away. Lovely.
Today I woke up feeling quite refreshed, and went to work in a relatively cheerful mood. For some reason, I feel as if I'm finally getting the hang of things. Or maybe I just slept really well last night. Perhaps.
Not sure what I'm thinking now, if that's what you came here for, then you are to be gravely disappointed with what's happening currently in my blog. But not to worry, there'll be more as the week goes on and I get less content.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
What's it about? I don't remember, its twelve thirty at night, and I was just asleep.
Its one in the morning, and I just want to say, if you get a text from me at twelve thirty at night, do us both a favor and don't call me. Texting me back is cool, I have no problems with that since I can totally ignore that, but calling me back? That draws my ire.
Boils my blood.
Whatever. So now here I am. That's my only real thought, just felt like sharing that.
Its like the time
when it was night and you were there
and I was there.
And there seemed to be no care
not a worry or anxiety in the world.
Just you and me and boy and a girl.
And as we stared at the stars,
heavenly bodies intertwined like ours,
I realized I could reach up and touch them.
I pulled down the sky and wrapped you in it,
just so that for those seconds, that minute,
the lovely met the divine,
and I thought it must be a sign,
a sign that love is what it should be.
Love is sometimes what we can see
and sometimes what we feel,
and it all seemed surreal
and yet so real
I could touch you both, again. . .
Some call me unstable. I call them stable. They don't take that as an insult.
Darkness clouds this plane we live in
death comes for those who wait
and if you die tomorrow
no would care enough to cry
or would they?
would you're funeral be filled
with hypocrites who want your wife
who doesn't want the finer things in life
your casket is pine or mahogany
five years from now its wormwood
you know when you don't smell good
from dirt we came to dirt we return
ashes sprinkled out at sea
so little kids can go to the beach
and get a little taste of me
he couldn't swim in this life
so he never rented a boat
now that he's dead
he's learned how to float
it may seem morbid
obese or whatever and something
but if you die its really nothing
the dead know of nothing
not good at poker
but can you tell now if he's bluffing?
the only time he's got a royal flush
is when he becomes some maggots lunch
irony irony irony irony irony
that's what this is
how dare i sit here and make fun of the stiff
think they'll hear think they'll be missed?
of course they just might come back
and then what?
could you welcome them back?
they've been sleep forever
that's some serious morning breath
do they need scope or listerine
a few minutes in the latrine?
wouldn't that be a scene?
alright i'm done
Its one in the morning, and I just want to say, if you get a text from me at twelve thirty at night, do us both a favor and don't call me. Texting me back is cool, I have no problems with that since I can totally ignore that, but calling me back? That draws my ire.
Boils my blood.
Whatever. So now here I am. That's my only real thought, just felt like sharing that.
Its like the time
when it was night and you were there
and I was there.
And there seemed to be no care
not a worry or anxiety in the world.
Just you and me and boy and a girl.
And as we stared at the stars,
heavenly bodies intertwined like ours,
I realized I could reach up and touch them.
I pulled down the sky and wrapped you in it,
just so that for those seconds, that minute,
the lovely met the divine,
and I thought it must be a sign,
a sign that love is what it should be.
Love is sometimes what we can see
and sometimes what we feel,
and it all seemed surreal
and yet so real
I could touch you both, again. . .
Some call me unstable. I call them stable. They don't take that as an insult.
Darkness clouds this plane we live in
death comes for those who wait
and if you die tomorrow
no would care enough to cry
or would they?
would you're funeral be filled
with hypocrites who want your wife
who doesn't want the finer things in life
your casket is pine or mahogany
five years from now its wormwood
you know when you don't smell good
from dirt we came to dirt we return
ashes sprinkled out at sea
so little kids can go to the beach
and get a little taste of me
he couldn't swim in this life
so he never rented a boat
now that he's dead
he's learned how to float
it may seem morbid
obese or whatever and something
but if you die its really nothing
the dead know of nothing
not good at poker
but can you tell now if he's bluffing?
the only time he's got a royal flush
is when he becomes some maggots lunch
irony irony irony irony irony
that's what this is
how dare i sit here and make fun of the stiff
think they'll hear think they'll be missed?
of course they just might come back
and then what?
could you welcome them back?
they've been sleep forever
that's some serious morning breath
do they need scope or listerine
a few minutes in the latrine?
wouldn't that be a scene?
alright i'm done
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