Alive and kicking

There's Morris Day, he's cute, isn't he? He's a huskier version of his brother, Marvin Gaye. I assume they're litter mates, since they look alike, are about the same age and showed up at the same time. Morris hangs out on the front porch and sticks his nose in the door now, to look around. He also lets me touch his head, which is a big thing for him. His nose is always dirty. That's it about asshole cats. Mine have been quiet since they trashed my laundry room.

 I'm up and walking, cleaning, ect. I was wondering what it would be like if everything I own actually worked at one time. It has never happened to me. Something is always fucked up or broken. Today, the car is fucked once again, even though I just got it out of the shop. It still has the same problems they supposedly fixed. Also, the broadband went out on the tv. I finally figured out how to fix that, but, it's a pain in my ass. My desk top mouse went kaput, so I'm using the tiny laptop mouse whose cord only goes to the left side of the keyboard. It's so handicapping. I also had a snotty nose this morning and it was so thin, I figured it was spinal fluid. That happens to me sometimes. But, then I accidentally got a taste and it was just snot. Gross, but, good for me. Hey, I figured my body would just as easily fuck me as the expensive internet or toaster. Did I mention the fucking toaster? Anyway, the shit I own and live in never has it's shit together. Something is always fucked up. I spend half my life looking for repairs or replacements. Or you just say, fuck it, like, I don't need a toaster. I have a broiler. That's how I filled the house with burnt bagel fumes. Smells awful days later. That's life.

I read all your comments and enjoyed them. I'll go look again, but, Jarhead, jazz sucks because it never ends..I don't know what all the fuss is about. Jazz is like getting really stoned, you don't know where it will take you, but, it just never seems to stop. Jazz can go  suck it.

And shelly..I'm not fat anymore. I'm pretty skinny. But, gravity has kicked my ass to the point where I don't fight it anymore. I wear sports bras on crutches because I don't like tripping on my tits.

My only plans for today are..finding someone who can start my fucking van and going to the store for some grapes. Oh, and washing cat prints off my door and window sills. The cats have fucked up the nice paint job so much, I wish I'd never met them. But, it's too late for me. Save yourselves.

ps..I got a look at the injured Coon over at Mom's house. It's that young male who played with Tooney, but, it's NOT Tooney. I kind of knew that. It looks like dogs tore his tail off and injured his back legs, but, they're healing. The old lady agreed to keep helping him out until he's strong enough to be on his own. I hate the fucking dogs around here. I really hate the big mean fuckers. I know it isn't their fault, but, they are beyond help and one of these times, it won't be a coon or a chicken. It will be a kid.