I am in the grips of downward darkness. Guilt from the violations from the leggy, latex clad faux police hottie? 4 Chardonnays plus 2 “My Coronas”….da da da da dah da…the wretched state of my financial affairs when I completely embrace my oh so 21st centrury dance with the devil of consumer debt? Middle aged hopelessness?
God, I disgust myself. This is pathetic. Although fellow toad suck afficionados, I do feel better. I did a zone out on the tube…Did break for a little literary departure with ”April 1865.” Just so as not to completely become and descend into stupid, moronic fellow American citizen boy. And I wept a little at the end of “Gilmore Girls”. The series had been somewhat denutted with the departure of its original creative team, the Palamino-Palladino whatevers. But there was a gentle charm there at its best.
I am crushingly productive and charming at work and so I require misanthropic rants such as this to go to bed, fart twice and start the magic again on the morrow. This ain’t quite living. It’s I guess less destructive than the old days but Jesus on a vibrating bed with an 18 year old hooker and an eight ball, I’m not quite sure what kind of existence this is…
Glad I could lift your spirits…peace to us all.
