Sep
25
Slobs
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Ok, so last Saturday we got new Yellow Pages directories delivered to every doorstep in the neighborhood. It’s now Wednesday and the cancer queen next door continues to step right over this big-ass, bright neon yellow, encyclopedia size phone atlas in order to get into her house. That’s five days, folks. Maybe all that cigarette smoke gives you the can’t-see-the-crap-you-gotta-repeatedly-step-over-itis.
These chicks are such lazy asses that they’ll separate the mail that they wanna read and leave the rest in the mailbox! There are newspapers and other assorted trash on the sidewalk in front of their door and they’ll just walk right over it several times a day for days on end!
Right next to the phone book lies an empty Marlboro box that the slack-jawed one dropped nearly two weeks ago and neither of them has bothered to pick it up. I could see guys doing that but girls?
Sheesh.
Mar
20
For two straight years I’ve done nothing but work - turning down dozens of jobs because I was already booked. Well, guess what? It’s slower than s#!t right now! Sure, I’ve got the odd job here and there but it seriously hasn’t been like this in a few years.
I’m not complaining but it’s a topic I haven’t had to think about since like 2004. Sheesh. At least I’m getting a ton of crap done. We have clean laundry, I’m re-grouting the shower and I’ve nearly walked the legs off the dog, That’ll learn ya.
Mar
17
Goin’ Walkies
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Today was nasty. We had that sandy kind of stinging sleet that makes your face feel like you’ve been maced. It occurred to me while walking the dog for the fifth time today that the reason I have no time to build my own website is that I have this critter to care for. I’m literally walking the dog for at least 2 hours every day. Sure, I could complain, but if I didn’t have to walk the dog I’d likely get no exercise.
Dogs are like kids in that they’re your responsibility and even when it’s a nasty, sleeting, bone chilling day, and you really don’t want to get out of bed, he has to be cared for. While I’m sure the rewards of parenthood would really pay off later in life, I’ve ruled out having kids. Mainly because you’re not allowed to crate ‘em and leave ‘em in the living room for a few hours while you shop.