My DVR is filling up with stuff I am not interested in watching. I am chatting on facebook and on my droid.
Thinking about ordering a pizza I really don’t need. Wondering when I am going to go full bull and hit the weights heavy.
My friend Glenn suggested I hit the gym, then get a job at the strip joint as a bouncer. So I could get him in for free! That ricocheted around in my head for about an hour.
I’m pretty sure whatever was going on with Cassie is done. Our last few interchanges included her insulting me and telling me how hard her life has been.
My life is pretty fucking easy. I studied hard and worked hard and made choices that allow me to ride out snowstorms without having to go outside until it is time to clear my 30’ driveway.
I don’t have three horses or two pigs or a dozen chickens or a house that has to be heated with wood. I have a comfy little apartment and a cat.
Title song was on a a CD I bought on the USS Constellation during workups in ‘98. I was tired of the music I had on hand. Jennifer Paige was the first CD in the stack. She was a pretty blonde. So I bought the book by its cover. The only song on the album I liked was “Crush.” I was in the middle of a divorce. It was a nice fantasy I would get a crush on a pretty little California Blonde.
I don’t apologize for the way my mind works. It is what it is. At this point I have done more good than harm. I am okay with my life. If I get run over by a snow plow tomorrow, I’m fine.
But I would love to get my hands on another pretty little blonde.
Just for posterity.
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