DRIED-UP & AMPUTATED

I don't think I want to write anymore.

I'm not gung-ho for it now, whatever I write is so dry, bland and ......... nada and i want to sick all over it.

I'm a dried-up, amputed octopus in a dark place. I searched through my head with a kutu-comb but alas, no idea jumped out and squeaked "hey i'm here! write about me!".

So because I am a dried-up, amputed octopus with no writing ideas who resides in a dark place, let me babble on about one thing that I have a lot of. Dreams.

My sleeping habits have been on the schritz these days. I'm always finding myself sleeping when I don't intend to, at the strangest times in the strangest manners.

Let's just say if you find yourself waking up from a propped sleep facedown on the kitchen table with a tube of seaweed facial mask in one hand and HALF your face smeared green, then you should probably know that's just not normal.

Maybe my body's trying to tell me something. Maybe like, "You gotta drink more water" or "Step away from the Tam-Tams and Ring-Dings!".

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Anyway, I was going to go on about these dreams that I had which had the following themes in them:

• Bonnie & Clyde
• Phelps the Swim Machine
• Desperado
• The Wonders of Hair-Removal: Immac or Veet?

Then I changed my mind and I want to do it later.

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Today is my sister's birthday. You know how ppl refer to the term 'the other half' to their spouses. Well I think it applies to siblings as well.

Because she's the other half to me.

The better half.

Happy Birthday Babyboy's Momma!

Much Love!

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On a sadder note, I hate it when shit happens.

Like when I just finished painstakingly HAND-washing and TOWEL-DRYING my car with my two UNGLOVED hands under the HOT sun with SWEAT in my eyes and.....

Shit happened. Literally.

It was flying la-la-la up above and absent-mindedly (and i'm sure, intentionally) shat all over my day.