FRIDAY, BLOODY FRIDAY...

Greetings All! Which means me.......Today was a Smashing day! I lie of course, I was bored off my gord and didn't want to be any where near anything called employment. However, the world being what it is, and be that we must toil rediculously at things we hate (well, maybe not hate, maybe just bored by) to keep a roof over our heads, a vehicle under our well ffucked asses (I wish) and food on the table and in the doggie/kitty/birdie bowls. Anyhow it wasn't a bad day in spite of wishing to be else where and doing something else.

Yesterday we got a large clothing donation in from the Geffen theater. They are cleaning out their back stock because they are over crowded, and we got it, basically 'cause they know where it is if they need it (UCLA owns the Geffen). The first picture is of me in a wonderfully 20-esque (I can't figure out if it's real or not, looks like it could be) slouch coat with real fur worn by Mary Steenburgen in a production there. Moments after taking it off my head started iching like I had cooties from hell...and still ain't right. Mary, did you have cooties???

Anyway, home here, I was supposed to go over to the Eagle with old Jim, but he backed out not feeling well. Which is fine because I didn't really want to go anyway. So here I sit after a dinner of Sausage on a roll and slit pea soup with my Manhattan typing my sad little life to no one in particular. However, I am vastly enjoying myself (really). Is this what strange, pathetic old men do in the evening?

Picture #2 was a set up for facebook last night...again, the things an odd 55 year old man will do to amuse himself while alone. The caption on facebook with the picture read: In 1964 Grampy Poverchuck disappeared without a trace, and Nannies Pickling basement was suddenly full with a near lifetime supply of canned mincemeat. Shortly thereafter she created her famous recipe "Russian Mincemeat Surprise", and I'm the only one she shared it with...tonight I shall share it with you! Most ingredients are readily available in your pantry...it's the plump, firm Russian that's difficult to wrangle. A homeless will do in a pinch....

Sadly, it didn't get quite the response I was expecting, but a moderate feed back for my efforts. *Sigh*...I do so try to make folks laugh. Again, actually more to make myself laugh...out of work on the 30th, no work or money in site. I'm scared, angry, feel like shit and, yes, the ever popular "old".

Anyway, since my efforts at writing here are being successful, at least for this week, I think I shall try and actually start writing SOMETHING nightly...just to say I'm doing something! Although, I got a shit load of sewing to do. I should set up the living room as a work room and get the ffuck busy.

Tomorrow is Moon with the Rainbow Warriors (www.therainbowwarriors.org), so I may or may not do a post tomorrow.....OH! Why don't I do a post of me and the love of my life at out Litha Ritual Last Saturday. The only one of 1.5 men I have ever loved romantically...the little piss-ass just didn't love me back, although the affection & sex was astounding. Still melts me to a puddle when I'm near him.

G'Night FFuckers, where ever you are.

Turk/Dick/Hotep