Isn't it weird?
.... how, whenever you hear about someone you know, or even a story about someone on the news, getting some horrible disease or disgusting ailment.... and then, you get that one little cough, sneeze or uneasy feeling, and you're convinced that you have the same thing and are about to die a slow, agonizing death? I've been convinced on more than one occasion that I have liver cancer, SARS, Alzheimer's and have had about 25 heart attacks. I know I worry too much but geez, this has to stop. I do have high blood pressure (not high high just high), but I got some blood work done and my colesterol and all that happy horse shit that goes along with it checked out really well.
.... after "Signs," I thought M. Night's movie "The Village" would just HAVE to be good. How could it not be? Holy fuck - I rented last weekend from Netflix.... everyone I know who'd seen it in the theater said it sucked ass, but I just couldn't take their collective word for it, I had to find out for myself - which is what I do in most situations. Just the way I am. So..... it was the most boring, un-scary, no plot, dark dreary bastard of a movie I've ever seen. How could it possibly suck that bad? Is there some hidden 'brilliance' in there somewhere I missed? Don't think so..... major disappointment, and I can get into and like somewhat just about any movie.
.... how can I possibly be thinking of, literally, 25 things at once? Why yes, you guessed it! It's ADD! And it's slowly driving me insane. I've developed many many tricks over the years to cope, deal and survive. In fact, I've gotten quite good at it. But literally, my mind is racing around all the time. This is why I need so much "down" or "unplug" time when I get home after work. This shit is exhausting, folks! If thinking too much exercises your brain, I got me a Britney Spears hot ass mothafuckin brain. That's why I have a hard time writing - sometimes I get the most brilliant thoughts in my head of things to write - lines of a poem, ideas, all kinds of things - but they're gone before I get up off my ass to go write them down. It's ridiculous. It's frustrating. I just laugh at those people who slowly, methodically, and expertly do just one thing, calmly and surely, at a time. What I would give to be like that for just one day. I used to smoke pot several years back just to 'tune out' for a while and give my wittle brain a rest. It was nice to 'zone out' for a while and just not think. And laugh. And eat!!! Sometimes I miss it, but I know I can't go down that road....
.... I'm watching The Apprentice, and this week's episode takes the two teams to the Jersey shore to rennovate two motels. This got me thinking about "the good ole days." I'm from Philly, so I spent a lot of time at the Jersey Shore (collectively, "down the shore"). My best friend in high school until I got married was also named Vicki. Shit, we had some fun. Her grandparents had a condo in North Wildwood, right on the boardwalk, so we'd go down a couple times a summer and stay there and party our cute little asses off. She grew up spending her summers there, so she knew lots and lots of people - all cool, all "rockers" - hey, it was the 80's and we were metalheads to the "T" - all hellraisers, just like ourselves. Many a Saturday night we'd drink until one of us puked and still manage to walk about 6,000 blocks down the boardwalk at about 3 or 4 in the morning to her grandparents' condo and crash in the old people's sorry version of a comfortable bed.... only to be awakened at sunrise with the cackle looming up from the boardwalk below...... "Watch the Tram Car please. Watch the Tram Car please." God, I can still remember 'the voice.'
.... after "Signs," I thought M. Night's movie "The Village" would just HAVE to be good. How could it not be? Holy fuck - I rented last weekend from Netflix.... everyone I know who'd seen it in the theater said it sucked ass, but I just couldn't take their collective word for it, I had to find out for myself - which is what I do in most situations. Just the way I am. So..... it was the most boring, un-scary, no plot, dark dreary bastard of a movie I've ever seen. How could it possibly suck that bad? Is there some hidden 'brilliance' in there somewhere I missed? Don't think so..... major disappointment, and I can get into and like somewhat just about any movie.
.... how can I possibly be thinking of, literally, 25 things at once? Why yes, you guessed it! It's ADD! And it's slowly driving me insane. I've developed many many tricks over the years to cope, deal and survive. In fact, I've gotten quite good at it. But literally, my mind is racing around all the time. This is why I need so much "down" or "unplug" time when I get home after work. This shit is exhausting, folks! If thinking too much exercises your brain, I got me a Britney Spears hot ass mothafuckin brain. That's why I have a hard time writing - sometimes I get the most brilliant thoughts in my head of things to write - lines of a poem, ideas, all kinds of things - but they're gone before I get up off my ass to go write them down. It's ridiculous. It's frustrating. I just laugh at those people who slowly, methodically, and expertly do just one thing, calmly and surely, at a time. What I would give to be like that for just one day. I used to smoke pot several years back just to 'tune out' for a while and give my wittle brain a rest. It was nice to 'zone out' for a while and just not think. And laugh. And eat!!! Sometimes I miss it, but I know I can't go down that road....
.... I'm watching The Apprentice, and this week's episode takes the two teams to the Jersey shore to rennovate two motels. This got me thinking about "the good ole days." I'm from Philly, so I spent a lot of time at the Jersey Shore (collectively, "down the shore"). My best friend in high school until I got married was also named Vicki. Shit, we had some fun. Her grandparents had a condo in North Wildwood, right on the boardwalk, so we'd go down a couple times a summer and stay there and party our cute little asses off. She grew up spending her summers there, so she knew lots and lots of people - all cool, all "rockers" - hey, it was the 80's and we were metalheads to the "T" - all hellraisers, just like ourselves. Many a Saturday night we'd drink until one of us puked and still manage to walk about 6,000 blocks down the boardwalk at about 3 or 4 in the morning to her grandparents' condo and crash in the old people's sorry version of a comfortable bed.... only to be awakened at sunrise with the cackle looming up from the boardwalk below...... "Watch the Tram Car please. Watch the Tram Car please." God, I can still remember 'the voice.'
posted by Miss_Vicki at 6:47 PM
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