Chinese food for lunch today, I am looking forward to it. Asian women seem to catch my eye, I am into them. When you eat Chinese food, one of the benefits of this, is of course, a high concentration of Asian women. You know Chinese wait staff girls are certainly attractive, I noticed that recently.
Asian women are beautiful. Asian guys, well, they are relegated to “tech support.”
Over at the Super-Center the other day and saw this girl, all decked out to the nines, clearly a professional woman. She was looking so good, and she had two small boys with her, dressed in Soccer Attire. I thought to myself, “here is a girl who has put in a long day at work, now she is shopping’ for the family, taking it home, cooking it up and taking care of the brood.”
My hat is off to her. Women work too hard, for too little in this day and age, and they surely have their hands full. They clearly deserve more credit for what they do in the home …
We went to the Mall yesterday and I started it again. The younger generation, whatever they are calling them this week, they tend to really bug me. “I just want to grab ‘em, every one of ‘em, and say ….. Listen, the bill of the cap goes on the front of your face, tie your damn shoes, and pull up them baggy pants, yo’ underwear is showing!’ But Cup Cake reined me in and told me to cool it.
T-Shirt at the Mall: “I graduated, where is my car?” Yup, that sounds like the American Way to me.
Paper says that I am going to get my economic stimulus check in the first week of June. Gee whiz, isn’t’ that just peachy cool. Things must be getting tight, I notice that my neighbor across the street is taking his own lunch to the Indian Casino’s now, must be rough.
Aren’t Y’all (Okie Talk) proud of me, I made it all the way to the bottom of the page, and haven’t mentioned gasoline one time. It is part of my new attitude adjustment thing I am working on. I find that nothing can destroy my mood quicker than a trip to the 7-11 for a fill up on one of our trucks. I can be in a great mood, up and until I pull up to the pump and I look at the price of the fuel.
This is when I discovered a kinky little quirk in my personality. If you’re normal, you periodically feel little surges of anger that you don’t express. Which can of course be risky in today’s PC society.
Suppressing your feelings over a period of time, can be dangerous not only to yourself but to bystanders, other people in the area at the time. I believe the teen-agers call it going “postal.” So I have found something that seems to work for me.
Before heading down to the root n scoot for fuel. I go into the garage, close the door and then I throw about a five-minute snot-nosed fit-ritual about twice a week. My new self induced therapy procedure with no witnesses except the cat, and even he is not sticking around for any of it here lately, I notice he is avoiding me like I have rabies.
For four minutes, you fume, seethe, curse and yell. You huff, puff, the vein on your neck sticks out!
For the final sixty seconds, you compel yourself to laugh, as hard as you can, uncontrollably if this is possible. This free’s up all them End-o-morphine things that reside in your body next to your fat cells and hormones. Immediately afterwards, you load up in the car/truck, rush down and pay for your motor fuel, this is when you enter into the hysterical crying phaseof the process.
We will cover that tomorrow along with locking gas caps, and proper air pressure.
I am now going to devote the rest of this day to some kind of timewaster or cheap thrill. Such as giving my bologna a middle name, or some other important issue. I am not, under any circumstances going to mow, sack, cut, trim, sweep, take to the curb or re-arrange anything other than the head pillows on my easy boy recliner.
It’s a tough job … but someone has to do it.
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