How many times do you look in the mirror….and see all those lines…getting clearer? Wait….isn’t that from a song? Yeah it is…or some such lip synced lyric to those effects. I put that there because I don’t have that many lines on my face.....
Well my forehead I got some…and I guess these Vesache bags under my eyes…but hey it builds character right? Andddddd that is what brings us here to day ladies and gentlemen, yes you have upgraded from children…I guess….and if you are
Indeed a child find the number to dcs in your area and turn your parents in because much like the bordello trailer park down the street where there's no lights you shouldn’t be hangin round here.
Onto the trapped gas abortion at hand though, and yes I know I probably talk about this a lot now. Period, yes. A fucking period because you need to learn to read in your head and not with mumbles when you don’t know the words. I talk about
Getting older, because I have been doing these here blog things on the interwebs for about twenty years. With that out of the way, I will go on into the some stab your ears like your in a Halloween film and your not the main character bullshit.
I really don’t fucking like things now…I don’t care to go out, I don’t see new exciting shiny shit like I used to. I guess when you get a little age most stuff is either like something before, something you wanted when you were a kid that was stupid,
Or just confuses and angers you. Wow did you see that new convection oven air frying microwave toaster? What? Why the fuck do I need that?! I mean its probably great, but I don’t need that shit. I can go to MacDonald's and get fat the same as all
Of you. Granted it’s not the same since they don’t use the same quality of horse meat anymore…but still It’s an option.
I guess I should start to be political, get angry at everything that has nothing to do with me, maybe buy some bdsm gear and pay high end escorts to degrade me. I would but I rather make bad financial decisions and not pay for these heroine pegged saggy titty orangutan bitches to inspire a round of murder that would make jack the ripper to send his condolences. Really what I think it is? I think its just catching up to the point my parents were at when I left em. Some of us never seem to do that
Though that’s fewer than the new generation, the damage is the same. If you growed up and can’t figure it out….darwinism is going to become all too real before you know it. Wait where were we?
Oh yes. I'm at the point where I more look forward to taking a nap and not worrying about it ruining my nights sleep than I do going to the bar. I found some comfort in just watching tv again, I like to just watch shit that learns me some new (useless) skills.
I can basically just sit here all day and watch you tube, or pluck away on some old songs on my guitar. I can go down the street and make faces as I see life is still living outside my little stain in the world. I kind of come in here and find something to bitch about
Though now I think I kinda threw the towel in more on the rage over life and picked one up for rage over a guy coughing at the grocery store. Its funny because I never saw myself as any less of a bore than I am today even twenty years ago. Maybe I just caught up
To how old I used to feel…..or I got early onset dementia or something.
I suppose this is just me complaining about how bad the world my generation wanted to build is, well not bad. Boring more like it? Yes I think that’s it….but we do still have so many folks from the boomer generation, not a word I use but seems to fit here. Them
Hangers on are just stinking shit up premortem. Then you got me….the guy that don’t want you on my fucking yard and I live in a fucking apartment. Still don’t get on that grass under my stairs motherfucker, seriously I don’t do well cohabitatin with mankind.
One day I think everyone will either be very nice old folks, all wise and happy to send forth a smile, or jaded grumpy old folks. I feel I will be the shining star of the grumpy old folks, though no one will ever see me as in a few years drones will do the world a favor
And just drop off the government cheese and food stamp porno mags right at my door.
Until then of course I will probably write about how shitty life is and how much I don’t give a fuck about anything but Im still gonna bitch about it as long as im breathing. Probably here, like twenty more times with this same no subject no reveal ass shit since I forgot
To get to the subject….much like here. Hey I forget what I write as I write it….sue me. Well no don’t….because I'm not pan trans bi lgbqt or whatever the get out of jail free sexual orientation is now…im just a mf out here looking to live his best life while not actually
Interacting with society, paying taxes, or giving a fuck.
Indeed a child find the number to dcs in your area and turn your parents in because much like the bordello trailer park down the street where there's no lights you shouldn’t be hangin round here.
Onto the trapped gas abortion at hand though, and yes I know I probably talk about this a lot now. Period, yes. A fucking period because you need to learn to read in your head and not with mumbles when you don’t know the words. I talk about
Getting older, because I have been doing these here blog things on the interwebs for about twenty years. With that out of the way, I will go on into the some stab your ears like your in a Halloween film and your not the main character bullshit.
I really don’t fucking like things now…I don’t care to go out, I don’t see new exciting shiny shit like I used to. I guess when you get a little age most stuff is either like something before, something you wanted when you were a kid that was stupid,
Or just confuses and angers you. Wow did you see that new convection oven air frying microwave toaster? What? Why the fuck do I need that?! I mean its probably great, but I don’t need that shit. I can go to MacDonald's and get fat the same as all
Of you. Granted it’s not the same since they don’t use the same quality of horse meat anymore…but still It’s an option.
I guess I should start to be political, get angry at everything that has nothing to do with me, maybe buy some bdsm gear and pay high end escorts to degrade me. I would but I rather make bad financial decisions and not pay for these heroine pegged saggy titty orangutan bitches to inspire a round of murder that would make jack the ripper to send his condolences. Really what I think it is? I think its just catching up to the point my parents were at when I left em. Some of us never seem to do that
Though that’s fewer than the new generation, the damage is the same. If you growed up and can’t figure it out….darwinism is going to become all too real before you know it. Wait where were we?
Oh yes. I'm at the point where I more look forward to taking a nap and not worrying about it ruining my nights sleep than I do going to the bar. I found some comfort in just watching tv again, I like to just watch shit that learns me some new (useless) skills.
I can basically just sit here all day and watch you tube, or pluck away on some old songs on my guitar. I can go down the street and make faces as I see life is still living outside my little stain in the world. I kind of come in here and find something to bitch about
Though now I think I kinda threw the towel in more on the rage over life and picked one up for rage over a guy coughing at the grocery store. Its funny because I never saw myself as any less of a bore than I am today even twenty years ago. Maybe I just caught up
To how old I used to feel…..or I got early onset dementia or something.
I suppose this is just me complaining about how bad the world my generation wanted to build is, well not bad. Boring more like it? Yes I think that’s it….but we do still have so many folks from the boomer generation, not a word I use but seems to fit here. Them
Hangers on are just stinking shit up premortem. Then you got me….the guy that don’t want you on my fucking yard and I live in a fucking apartment. Still don’t get on that grass under my stairs motherfucker, seriously I don’t do well cohabitatin with mankind.
One day I think everyone will either be very nice old folks, all wise and happy to send forth a smile, or jaded grumpy old folks. I feel I will be the shining star of the grumpy old folks, though no one will ever see me as in a few years drones will do the world a favor
And just drop off the government cheese and food stamp porno mags right at my door.
Until then of course I will probably write about how shitty life is and how much I don’t give a fuck about anything but Im still gonna bitch about it as long as im breathing. Probably here, like twenty more times with this same no subject no reveal ass shit since I forgot
To get to the subject….much like here. Hey I forget what I write as I write it….sue me. Well no don’t….because I'm not pan trans bi lgbqt or whatever the get out of jail free sexual orientation is now…im just a mf out here looking to live his best life while not actually
Interacting with society, paying taxes, or giving a fuck.
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