Leaping headlong into a vulgar picture.
Nothing straightens me back out quite like the Smiths. There is something about returning to the bottom that makes life feel like nothing but up! So, I am pulling out of another serious 1-2 day relapse, and it is fitting. Like a suit. You could buy an expensive suit in 1830 for an ounce of gold. Today, you can buy an identical suit for an ounce of gold. Even though the second one would cost many times more than the first one, in dollars. And so it is with the Smiths.
I was trying to TELL you that today was an illness day, weren't you listening?! So, I gots not one thing done. Narcissist next door sent his cat out whilst my dog was contemplating defecation, which made my dog give up and watch the moveable cat. Next thing, I see narcissist out dropping something in one of his garbage bins, all of which sit directly behind this lot. He never even brings them in. So they are out there, week after week. It's funny how he is so anal about his own property, but makes a point with the sanctity of that of his neighbours.
They started up their new wave of weirdness, yesterday. So, I was standing at my front door, as I always do when I have my dog at an end of a long leash. But, this time, she comes out, with one of their dogs. And seeing me, after my having called the cops, stopped her from coming any closer, thank goodness. Because that what she would pull, previously, just to razzle my dog and me. (Stop me if you think you've heard this one before). Apparently, all because she came out during my regular time out with my dog, and saw me, she reported this back to her narcissist bf. So, later that night, he either made a giant slam or threw something up against this house. And other stufff. And then this little challenge today. It all comes out of their own brains, thinking I am in there, with them. These are fucked up people.
My illness demands that I keep all my doings within my, "energy envelope." Even stress, anything which takes me beyond that, I crash and burn. And then there are the countless times I just crash and burn, envelope or not. But, now I see that my dog has a similar thing. He has a gastric envelope. Too much food in, relative to food out, and he gets very ill and smelly and annoying. That's how he was today. Except, I did see him take a fair dump, this morning. So, I can push the envelope a little bit. Which is why I gave him a small second dinner, today. Plus one egg-in-water. Maybe two? Even though this made him more ill, I knew he was eventually start improving. Tonight should be OK. But virtually no food tomorrow, until he expresses himself in the art of scatology tomorrow.
On and off, all day: helicopters and high-flying jets, near and far. There is a fairly strong hypotheses that the gov't will eventually pretend that aliens are attacking, just so they can roll out more controls. With the shoot-downs, up north, that might be what we are in for, now. Or some less exciting nuclear war or such.
On their hands, a death star.
The cocoa is fine, and I am out of commission. This is my time. Wish you were here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zijanu6pLrw
As long as we are in abouts that era, the great old Bert Bacharach died. He was the greatest. Definitely look forward to me doing a mix. Since he is immortal, I can take my time on it.
I was trying to TELL you that today was an illness day, weren't you listening?! So, I gots not one thing done. Narcissist next door sent his cat out whilst my dog was contemplating defecation, which made my dog give up and watch the moveable cat. Next thing, I see narcissist out dropping something in one of his garbage bins, all of which sit directly behind this lot. He never even brings them in. So they are out there, week after week. It's funny how he is so anal about his own property, but makes a point with the sanctity of that of his neighbours.
They started up their new wave of weirdness, yesterday. So, I was standing at my front door, as I always do when I have my dog at an end of a long leash. But, this time, she comes out, with one of their dogs. And seeing me, after my having called the cops, stopped her from coming any closer, thank goodness. Because that what she would pull, previously, just to razzle my dog and me. (Stop me if you think you've heard this one before). Apparently, all because she came out during my regular time out with my dog, and saw me, she reported this back to her narcissist bf. So, later that night, he either made a giant slam or threw something up against this house. And other stufff. And then this little challenge today. It all comes out of their own brains, thinking I am in there, with them. These are fucked up people.
My illness demands that I keep all my doings within my, "energy envelope." Even stress, anything which takes me beyond that, I crash and burn. And then there are the countless times I just crash and burn, envelope or not. But, now I see that my dog has a similar thing. He has a gastric envelope. Too much food in, relative to food out, and he gets very ill and smelly and annoying. That's how he was today. Except, I did see him take a fair dump, this morning. So, I can push the envelope a little bit. Which is why I gave him a small second dinner, today. Plus one egg-in-water. Maybe two? Even though this made him more ill, I knew he was eventually start improving. Tonight should be OK. But virtually no food tomorrow, until he expresses himself in the art of scatology tomorrow.
On and off, all day: helicopters and high-flying jets, near and far. There is a fairly strong hypotheses that the gov't will eventually pretend that aliens are attacking, just so they can roll out more controls. With the shoot-downs, up north, that might be what we are in for, now. Or some less exciting nuclear war or such.
On their hands, a death star.
The cocoa is fine, and I am out of commission. This is my time. Wish you were here.
Click to viewhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zijanu6pLrw
As long as we are in abouts that era, the great old Bert Bacharach died. He was the greatest. Definitely look forward to me doing a mix. Since he is immortal, I can take my time on it.