I checked out Technorati tonight, very briefly to see the upcoming posts. Now that I’m 10 millionth I have to make sure nobody is going to sneak up on me. I glanced at a couple of posts very briefly and there was a thread about being organized. Somebody wrote that they were proud that their sock drawer is organized. I thought I was tedious in my long winded boring posts about death defying adventure and life saving miracles, but I realize now I should spend more time on my sock drawer. Sometimes I wonder what is lurking in there. I get dressed in the dark very often, so I have to stick my hand in my sock drawer to get socks…. in the dark. One of these day I’m going to find my income tax return in there, for 1999. I’ll put find out what is in sock drawer on my to do list soon. In the meantime, down on the ranch, I think I’ll spend all week end bar bqing. Now that I can get my head around. Look at the trees and the blue sky and eat like a pig. A hungry pig. Sounds like a plan. After I mow the lawn which is now up above my knees. If I don’t have a heart attack I will barbq and eat like…but I worked all week and did OT today so, piss on the lawn. Who cares if my neighbours complain. Wait till they meet my friends they will think we’re God’s gift to humanity. I really miss my friend Pete, he drove his Sportster into my kitchen once. I wonder where he is now. I hope he isn’t sorting socks all weekend.
photo: taliesin@morguefile.com
