Thanks a lot

it had come to my attention yesterday that neither the gas or the electric companies had been receiving any of the money I was paying them for the last three months. it came to my attention with a giant yellow cut off notice.....seriously?

where's all my money then?

Hmm. . . now they want me to pay it all over again, three months of bills......all over again.

seriously?

Thanks a whole lot Thanksgiving week, you suck.

d.a.n.c.e.

so, I had this brilliant idea today, I can't go into excessive, or really into any detail, because I don't want you to steal it.

okay?

Only the problem is, one of the key ingredients opted to be absent from the production, and the process altogether. bummer. way to ruin christmas.

but seriously though, I love you brother. I still think youre fantastic, we'll just do it without you. You can just stand in the wings and pretend like its Thriller all over again.

signed,

sister

get it? got it? good.

It's like, I almost have to constantly remind myself to do it. 'It' meaning everything. I'm good at having great thoughts and ideas, but somehow lacking in the general, continual, all over motivation.
To be fair (ok, sure), the last of lately has brought with it a harder push, a few things have been sought after and maintained.
But winter (if you can call it that), promises sleeping in big beds, staying boroughed inside, and slipping further into HyberNation.
The global unstated understanding of falling into comfortable habbits with a no interest on guilt policy that's good through the first of spring.
When the flowers bloom and our sleeveless shirts aren't fitting us like they did at the end of last August, and our skin is sickly and pale(ish), but finally retaining some sort of moisture.
This winter, though, I plan to get my heater fixed and and be more productive. Get a couple of paintings done, put together a nice turntable set-up for my humble abode, and wait to start that go-go dancing gig.

I'm not gonna let'choo get me this year HyberNation, and I've got the pants and extra socks to prove it!

I ate the fucking apple. . .

seriously.

but not how you might think.