Monday, May 03, 2004
Just remember though, you can do your part every day. All you have to do is bitch. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Make every day seem like an eternity in the deepest pits of hell, and then relate your complaints to those younger than you, and you will have done your part. And please, by God, won't somebody please think of the children?
i obliged thusly:
it's hot as hell here. i owe my 20-year-old son something like 500 thousand dollars and it's doubtful i'll ever see that much money in this lifetime, which is waning fast i tell you, fast! in less than two years i'll be half a century old. the 20th century to be truthful still feels like the century of the moment. i'm fat, and it's hot as hell here. smoggy, too, and when we went to the beach yesterday the tide was so friggin high there were no skipping stones or keeper shells for miles. i have to walk to lomita for an interview today, and if it goes well i have to go to work! work! for like 89 hours a week or so, for a pittance, probably won't even net me enough to pay said son back.
how was that? never let it be said that your generation can outbitch mine! i love you
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking grief to sleep in my arms.
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