for tonight- when there is no work. No K- he's on another trip to OHIO- no pressure. From any source. Only whatever the hell I want to do with my time. Could involve friends. Could involve myself and the bed. Could involve a good book.
Just waiting for the rainy day to end, all chapters to be closed on the week at work, and the ability to put it all to rest for a couple of days.
Is that asking so damned much?
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It could always involve 4 cats, a bottle of whiskey, and some mamba music, and dancing naked, no?
Now that is inspiring! And possibly dangerous- kitties got claws, doncha know.
awww, i wish you could have come out with me and "Ronin" tonight. it was fun. and laid back. maybe next time.
claws are all the better to....claw you with, my dear. Whahahahahaha!
I'm there- in spirit at least. Next time we hit the Uber Bar and download some exquisite beers, I'll tip one in your honor El. And one in Ronin's, too. (do you like the computer talk? I'm trying to fit in at work.)
And claws leave scars. And scars cause questions. And questions lead to answers. And then the secret is out, and there is no putting it back in the closet. And then...well then Doogie Howser comes out of the fucking closet and tells the world that he's gay. And then the world is never the same again. Is that what you want? REALLY???
doogie's confession brings no surprise.
now, what about his buddy, Vinnie? That dude was DEFINITELY a 40 year old paisan, masquerading as a teen.
no?
Yes, insanity is what I want. Because I AM Doogie Houser. And, I have claws.
Is Vinnie still alive? We've heard neither hide nor hair outa his mug for what...decades.
if vinnie was smart, he banked that moola and is now living comfortably in da bronx, driving a 1976 red camaro and wearing frosted, tight jeans.
And an Iron Maiden jean jacket.
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