~'Streets of Bakersfield' by Buck Owens because i'd give my right toe to be 1/2 the storyteller that Buck is. and the song has a little bit of "check yourself, pal" to it.
~East of Eden, because some people are so cold, and others need to be told a thing or two.
hiya gang. started the new job today. it's going to be ok, but i had the first-day dummies: they didn't really have too much for me to do; they were working toward a deadline so there wasn't much time to explain procedure, protocol, etc. so there's that.
but here's what i wanted to relay to y'all: the days at the beach with my ma. she's so great. i was craving beach-time when i went south. as you know, the ocean and sand are good good good to my soul. i convinced ma to come with me, get a little vitamin d and vitamin dee, and vitamin v (vodka, for you rookies). the first day we packed up mimosas. so much fun, we went the next day with screwdrivers. school's out for summer so there were a lot of preteens and families...and a lot of old bastard pervert pencil dicks. they stand up on the sidewalk and ogle. gawd they're gross. so mom says something awesome: "They're here for the fantasy; we're here for the laughs."
bless her heart!
i've got this problem, as anyone who's paying attention could figure: i take things kinda seriously. too seriously. i let things bother and get to me to the point where i'm almost debilitated. for example, the other day i started crying while watching "E/R". and i hate that show! it's not sentimentality; it's hyperhyper-awareness and just plain stubborn stupidity. many days, i wish i didn't know what i know. so to hear my ma say that was inspirational. i just need to repeat it to myself every 2 minutes. i'm workin' on it, kids. i'm workin' on it. i've got bile for brains, mud in my mouth, and cherry pits for a heart. but i'm trying to be better.
ciao and thanks for reading. guh. cheers, clink. bah.
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