So, I get in the car this morning to go to the doctor's office to get my blood sugar level checked because it's been high recently and I put my foot on the car's clutch and there is no clutch; the petal just moves to the floor in a very limp manner telling me that I'm fucked; telling me that I'm not going to the doctor; telling me that I'm back on my bicycle for a bit, because I'm not putting another dime into that car. I bought the 1993 Honda Accord, about seven months ago, for $500 and I've put somewhere between two grand and twenty five hundred dollars into the vehicle and that's it. I stop.
It's 4:07pm on halloween day. I have no candy in the house, except for the six bags that my girlfriend put together for the six kids that live in this apartment complex: the six noisy kids who play in the driveway out in front of my apartment day in day out, like they were playing somewhere that wasn t a driveway. You know what I'm saying, these kids don't care that they are playing in a driveway. They yell and scream and laugh and run and chase each other like they were young millionaires playing in the finest playground on the planet. Kids are like that, aren't they; they don t start to realize that their parents are broke until they get older?
My son is in New York City. He called and said that he was looking for a pea coat. I'm having trouble remembering what a pea coat is. Isn't it that navy blue coat that you can find in army navy stores because they were worn by the guys and girls in the navy?
John McCain said today that you don't have to be stupid to join the army and go to Iraq.
I wonder if any of these politicians really believe what they say or if they just say whatever they think that they should say to get a vote. I wonder if any of them have any balls, operate with any principles?
I bet Americans get more into halloween, today, than they will get into the upcoming election. Snickers bars for the kids are simply more important than what some man or woman who wants your vote so that they can tell you what to do once they get to Washington.
The cat has eaten the half can of wet food that is his allotment for the day. I won't see him until tomorrow. Time to take the dog out to piss. Happy Halloween.
It's 4:07pm on halloween day. I have no candy in the house, except for the six bags that my girlfriend put together for the six kids that live in this apartment complex: the six noisy kids who play in the driveway out in front of my apartment day in day out, like they were playing somewhere that wasn t a driveway. You know what I'm saying, these kids don't care that they are playing in a driveway. They yell and scream and laugh and run and chase each other like they were young millionaires playing in the finest playground on the planet. Kids are like that, aren't they; they don t start to realize that their parents are broke until they get older?
My son is in New York City. He called and said that he was looking for a pea coat. I'm having trouble remembering what a pea coat is. Isn't it that navy blue coat that you can find in army navy stores because they were worn by the guys and girls in the navy?
John McCain said today that you don't have to be stupid to join the army and go to Iraq.
I wonder if any of these politicians really believe what they say or if they just say whatever they think that they should say to get a vote. I wonder if any of them have any balls, operate with any principles?
I bet Americans get more into halloween, today, than they will get into the upcoming election. Snickers bars for the kids are simply more important than what some man or woman who wants your vote so that they can tell you what to do once they get to Washington.
The cat has eaten the half can of wet food that is his allotment for the day. I won't see him until tomorrow. Time to take the dog out to piss. Happy Halloween.
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