29 January 2009

And then I joined the circus

My mom licked my arm, and she doesn't think it's very salty. She also licked my sister, herself and Elliot, for comparison. That's what mothers are for; licking you just to let you know that you probably don't have cystic fibrosis.

My work computer is still all matter of FUBAR, so I spent yesterday afternoon filing my taxes. I'm getting a bigger return than expected, and you can trust that I could use the money right now. K (who shall henceforth be known as Donk-Wad), is referring to me as "the nameless one," so I'm thinking I won't be getting any voluntary child support any time soon, and I'll just have to wait for my official judgment to go through. Maybe I can buy one extra fun thing, but I think that mainly I have to work this into my budget for the rest of the year.

I've hated this week. I mean, it's not like the worst week of my life by any means, but (aside from Gabriel's birthday, which was loverly) it's just been one giant Suck of sickness and headaches.

This morning I sat next to this guy on the bus who smelled so strongly of the Mary-Jay-Juana that I'm pretty sure I'm stoned right now. This, despite the fact that my sinuses have suffered a Total System Failure, and I can otherwise smell nothing at all. I'm thinking maybe he was so very very stoned that he was somehow leaking some sort of weed pheromone that I soaked up through my pores?

Donk-Wad is supposedly taking Gabriel this weekend, and it's possible I could rally the troops for Saturday night, but I'm not ready to come home in a baby blanket again, and may, therefore, be taking it easy. By the way writing that sentence was really hard because first I typed troupes instead of troops, and then I went to fix it and was like, hold up there partner, maybe I should rally the troupes instead? Wouldn't that be ideal? Does anyone know of an available troupe? I've been feeling a bit under the weather you see, and could use the pick-me-up.

13 comments:

  1. that is what mothers are for. I think I'll lick lil moonspun later and see what I can diagnos.
    I like Donk-Wad for a name!

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  2. I'm glad you can now relax with that expert diagnosis.

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  3. Dick-Wad is one the things that flies frequently from my mouth while driving. Maybe I'll change it to Donk-Wad!

    Why can't fathers just support their children without a court order? I had my own Donk-Wad to deal with years ago. Now my kids are grown up and don't have anything to do with him.

    Hope you have a good weekend~

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  4. The troupe idea is brilliant! Then maybe they could perform an interpretive dance that portrays the douche bag-ged-ness of the Donk-Wad.

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  5. I'll tell you this, you have indeed had one hell of a week. I bet you are drained.

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  6. Are you sure we are not only hearing the half truth? Maybe you ASKED for a bit of his MARY-J? LOL

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  7. What's wrong with a little contact high? I say rally the troupes. Our troupe consists of a group of the funniest gays you can imagine.

    Nothing improves my mood more than hanging out with them, except maybe a little of that stuff your bus buddy was leaking ;)

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  8. I've forgotten where you hail from, but I'm in a cold weather climate. I think everyone around me is sick to death, either of the flu bug, or of winter itself. It's time to get on to spring already. Rebirth, sunshine, happiness, long days!!!

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  9. I'll tell you what I tell my co-workers, "Keep your shirt on." I've never been so out of it that my shirt's been off, pants, yes, shirt, no.

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  10. Well, better than licking toads. I hope your weekend is better than your week.

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  11. I have no plans to ever lick my sons arms.

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  12. I dunno. Whenever I see the word "troupes", I think "troubadour", which makes me think of guys playing luthes on the street.

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