Day 7 Feeling: Obviously, I'm not a happy person again today. I keep telling myself it's not because of anything except Moogie, but I wish she'd get away from me to give this damned pill a chance to work. All the stress being around her puts me under is so counterproductive. Currently listening to... "Pepper" The Butthole Surfers, from the album "Electric Larryland" Marky got with Sharon Sharon got Cherise She was sharing Sharon's outlook On the topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar And Bobby was a racist They were all in love with dying They were doing it in Texas Tommy played piano Like a kid out in the rain Then he lost his leg in Dallas He was dancing with a train They were all in love with dying They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and Smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary As softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Some will die in hot pursuit In fiery auto crashes Some will die in hot pursuit While sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life And drink it from a fountain That is pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and Smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary As softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Another Mikey took a knife While arguing in traffic Flipper died a natural death He caught a nasty virus Then there was the ever present Football player rapist They were all in love with dying They were doing it in Texas Holly caught a bullet But it only hit his leg It should have been a better shot And got him in the head They were all in love with dying They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain I don't mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips and Smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary As softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people's eyes Today's entry was brought to you by the number '4' and the letter 'V'.

Moogie stayed home. Again. She has a sore throat and a stopped up nose, and that's it, forgadzakes. What is this, elementary school?

GO THE FUCK TO WORK, DAMMIT. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HAIR.

What sucks worse is that she can't take care of her own errands, again, so who gets stuck with them? She knows I need to work on the front brakes on my car, but instead she's sending me to the grocery store, she's sending me to the post office, and get this: she's sending me to FedEx a check because she's too damned sorry to take a payment to mail, so now I have to go overnight it for her.

Pathetic.

I'm tired of being trapped down here in this uncomfortable chair, in this room that would make a certified agoraphobe claustrophobic, stuffed to the gills with books I don't have the concentration span to read anymore, because she can't see fit to leave the damned house. If this doesn't let up soon she's going to leave the house... in a damned body bag.

Ancient history:

2013-03-01

"You'll be stone dead in a moment!"

2007-08-07

I covet fuck you money

2007-07-16

My own long, dark tea-time of the soul

2007-07-11

My internet experience is lacking

2007-07-10

Coincidence