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DAMN neighbor and his snowblower ... blowing snow all over my sidewalks and porch and not even trying to clear any of it away.This is the same neighbor that I had been shovelling his sidewalks clear during every snowfall this year (and most in previous years) - no more! Fuck the neighbor! This is the last un-neighborly act I will suffer. Fuck him. And fuck the snow plows again as well. Why can't you clear the street decently once and be done with it. Instead I have to keep digging out the end of the drive just to be able to get out. Damn snow. Posted at 2:25 PM
Damn snowplows and their ... snow ... plowing ... plowing snow onto the shovelled driveway ... so you have to reshove ... even though your arms are rubber. Please tell me this isn't even remotely close to saying, "Damn kids! Get offa my lawn!" I can't posibly ever turn old and crotchety ... Posted at 5:47 PM
Three and half hours shovelling snow is definitely too much. My left arm feels like rubber and my right arm isn't much better. I'm still trying to warm up, and I've been back inside - and with a warm shower - for about two hours. Hopefull I won't have another snow day like this for a while. I don't think my arm would hold out again if I had to shovel before two or three more days pas. Posted at 3:33 PM
No sleep and no food makes gramma something-something ...
Don't mind if I do! (paraphrased from the Simpson's version of The Shining, The Shinning) Posted at 10:32PM
... and I get pulled further and further into depression no matter how hard I struggle against it ... Posted at 9:49 PM
I need a secretary to keep track of all of the things my grandma imagines and remains steadfastly determined are true - even when the people she's imagined them about tell her she's mistaken. One wild idea here and another wild idea there would be easy enough to keep track of, but it's a whole fantasy world's worth of crazy that she comes up with one day after the next. I've lost track at the number of things she's come up with - but don't get the impression that it's always something new - she still holds steadfast to each wild story, regardless of how many times she's corrected. It makes you wonder how she can keep track of all of it if it's gotten to be too muh for me to fully follow. And this is from the woman who can't ever tell you acurrately what day of the year it is, what month, what season, or who's president; the same woman who can't remember something you've told her for thirty seconds, even if you've repeated that same thing to her a dozen times in the preceding two minutes. The whole situation is unbelieveable - in every way you can use the word to describe this situation. Posted at 8:51 PM
When shall I finally be free of this mortal coil? I have my doubts as to whether 'To die would be a great adventure'as Peter Pan once said, but I have no fondness or even hope for this miserable existence. Let it all be at an end and with its end, so bring a halt to my suffering. All that I ever want or wanted is gone. Al that ever could be worthwhile has revealed itself to be merely dreams an fantsy. Bring forth the end. Posted at 8:03 PM
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February 8, 2010
theDREAMER
name: paul cales
since
october 1, 2001