kelly makes me happy. bono makes me happy. karisas truck makes me happy. miss montreal who not only made beautiful lust to me yesterday and today and folded all my clothes as her pool threw the most amazing lights all over her barely clothed canadian curves.
and its friday. and the mta is going to vote today to hopefully end the strike. and the cubs havent lost in weeks.
and yet im in the most foul of moods.
how can that be?
let me tell you a little about what happened last night.
got home and wrote. then watched the lakers win in double OT. then this incredibly dirty girl called me and told me that she wanted me and i told her i wanted her too. then i drove over to the yuppie part of town where miss montreal lives and she greeted me at the door with a look that made me forget all my troubles.
marvin gaye playing on the jukebox.
candles burning, incense wafting, hot fudge slowly making its way down the banana splits.
how can the luckiest man alive be so unsatisfied with pretty much everything?
its been nice driving karisas truck, but that got old pretty fast.
its been nice not having my boss at work all week, but still the job blows.
its been nice having the lakers win every game this season, but theyre supposed to win every game this season.
i dont want to do shit this weekend, and the good thing is i dont think i have to do shit this weekend.
all i have to do is watch my damn tivo.
did i tell you my buddy eric cold busted with hooking me up with hacking my tivo? i bought two 120 gig hard drives and he installed them and did his thing on them and now i have a two-tuner directv 230 hour tivo.
it makes me so happy.
that added with the new computer i have makes my life pretty much complete.
if only i had my old gas station job back. the one where i pumped gas for the stars and got hit on by young rich girls driving the cars their daddys bought them. who tipped me with their phone numbers.
once i dated these girls who were sisters…