Amy graduated Saturday (yay fish!) and her parents came down from ol' MD to visit.
They brought me a recliner. It's a lil used and worn, but it's good and broke in and I LOVE IT.
Amy and I have an ongoing battle over whose chair it really is but I'm here to tell everyone IT'S MY CHAIR. I'm the boss. Heh.
Monday evening I came home from work and wanted to nap in my chair. Yes, it's an Old Man thing but I do it anyway. So I kick back in my recliner and fall asleep for a few.
I get up 20 minutes later, get to doing stuff, can't find my keys.
Look in the office, dining room table, all over the house.
Come back to the chair.
The keys had fallen down in the chair but didn't fall THRU the chair. Jerk.
Which reminded me of another chair that was in Amy's apartment. It was blue and a piece of shit. So when she moved out we threw it over the balcony.
THREE sets of keys came out of it. No telling how long they had been there.
-it is what it is-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
1 comment:
It is your chair if she says it is your chair. My God you have some learning to do...
And fine means as-long-as-you-want-your-balls-in-a-sling.
I could go on. But I won't.
We had a couch that bungee jumped out of a van when we were moving, and a sofa bed that had a huge hole in the middle that sucked you in, that we named after my husbands ex girlfriend *snort*
Kelley
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