WORK:

work is still busy w/ "fulfilling" The Man's needs...and wishing the clock would move faster. i get paid Friday...and i need it...badly. i had to borrow $20 from a friend Saturday so that i could have some $$$ to my name. i bought a pack of smokes ($5) and then paid the pool tournament entry fee ($10) - but i won all that back and more w/ a first place win that night. only one image can describe it....THIS. i really wish the weekly winner got a WWF-style-heavy-weight-champion-belt for winning that tournament...that'd be cool....as long as Macho-Man Randy Savage doesn't jump out from behind a dumpster, kick my @ss, and take it from me....but...that'd be pretty cool too.....especially if he said "step into a Slim Jim" after he was finished ChuckNorrisin' my @ss.

the cat is still here. tried the CatNip kitty-drug thing the other night w/ her...but i swear that cat is always high...so i really couldn't tell any difference in her normal trippy behavior. she caught a cricket...and she was at least smart enough not to kill it right away so that it would still be capable of jumping around the room...this way she could have her fun w/ the chase/hunt part of that game for a little while. cats definitely have a "puppy" stage...but at least that doesn't involve p*ssing and sh*tting on the floor....but it does require a smack or two every now/then.

i hope that i don't have to kill her and tell people that "she ran away" (people usually don't seem to get as emotional about that one)   - j/k - i have a bit of heart i guess...so she'll probably live. but don't let her get rabbies....cuz i'll Old Yeller that pussykitty real quick (for everyone's well being).

notta. low on creativity. high on laziness. content w/ boredom. none of these three things are good for the arts. maybe a sh*tty poem/song or two...but that's about it. i'm sure my recent stools have been more creative than anything else i've been producing lately...and powerfully moving.

RockThisB's little emo-sis chopped away at it Friday night. it's better....but not as good as RockThisB's sweet new 2002 do. (it's really 2004...but that doesn't flow as good when you say it). i thought the mullet was providing me w/ some kinda power...but i was wrong....actually some of the laws of physics have been making better sense to me lately (seriously)...and Camaros don't seem as cool to me these days either....but...Sammy Hagar is kinda cool to me now....i can't figure that one out. maybe it's just his personal brand of tequila that i've shot-down-my-pipe here recently...hmmm...i hope that's it. cuz THIS....just ain't cool....or this.

it's finally feeling like August. it's been pretty toasty (w/ a breeze) the past few. played free golf today. played free golf on Saturday...but i have to pay someone back for that round. i'm still sucking pretty good...but keeping my frustrations down. maybe smacking balls around the country-side works those frustrations out naturally. maybe a few f-bombs here/there...but those too are natural from me when i'm out there on the links...or when i'm talking about someone's mom.

i'm trying to think of anything that has annoyed me other than the cat lately. can't think of much really. drunk people kind of annoy me. i mean...they can be entertaining for a good bit and all...but there is a point at which some people need to shut it off or just get knocked out (for their own good). sometimes i really wonder why alcohol is legal and other forms of gettin-your-buzz-on are illegal. even i have been drinking a bit here lately on the weekends...so i have some inside-info on the stupor...i mean...i wasn't man-humping another man's face out on the dance floor or riding around w/ drunken-red-necks emotionally singing bad songs until my voice was horse...but i probably said too much at some points...and slept w/ a couple of my friend's wives (j/k...but some people actually use that as a legit excuse for their drunken choices)

still on page vii of the book The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. it's been in my bed w/ me the last few nights...but i've haven't given it any 'play' - but it hasn't really scratched my back either.

V/            a.m.