1. Tuesday, March 9, 2004

    my astrology says that this is a good time 

    for me to look up into the heavens and bitch to the Lord Almighty about all the things that are going wrong in my life.

    It says that if i do this then the Lord will look down on me and will fix all my problems.

    It says that the way the planets are arranged right now I could have anything I wanted.

    I have nothing to complain about and all I want is for my mom and my friends to be happy.

    And for the Cubs to win the world series.

    And for a safe to fall on our president’s empty head.

    I’m a strong healthy black man with dsl directv rent control and a new showerhead. what more could a man want.

    i have vacation in 5 hours. i get to spend the next three days with ms. bunny mcintosh.

    my favorite band, tsar, is about to come out with the best record of 2004

    what on earth would i have to bitch about to the creator of the universe?

    world poverty? smog? gasoline prices?

    shoot me in the head when i get seriously pissed off about gasoline prices. k?

    me and bunny went food shopping the other day and she was all, wow, its expensive this food. i was all, this is the ghetto Foods 4 Less, only way it gets any cheaper is to steal it from your neighbors’s fridge.

    im not a complainer.

    my astrology says the squeaky wheel gets the grease. but this blogger knows that IF theres a plan for me, all the huffing and puffing wont blow down the door of despair. the only thing that makes dreams come true is the big fella. and if he doesnt want me to have the things that i think i want then i have to be cool with that, and i am cool with that. i will probably never have a house or kids that look like me or interns who come from the bank with wheelbarrows of cash for me, but i have enough. i dont need to ask for any more.

    except for my mom to be happy.

    and the cubs to win.

    and this lamp.

    welch + science blog + i heart kate sullivan