Daughter texted today, is kind of in the middle of texting. They went Dress shopping for wedding gowns today. I’ve had her wedding on my mind a lot lately too. I think the GF is probably not coming. I think I’m going to drive. I have a lot of plausible sounding reasons for driving, but mostly I want to see my country again before it gets fucked up. I’m unbalanced. I drove out of Oregon. I need to drive back in. Less plausible sounding, but more accurate.
I’ve been thinking about buying a suit jacket. Unless she’s joking I’ll be overdressed. She jokes a lot, but given the groom and best man (grandwhelp) Jeans, boots, dress shirt and tie sound about right. I’m sure the grandwhelp would be damn cute in a suit, but that’s even one more reason for him to refuse wearing one. He is under the impression he’s a grown ass man.
Heh, I just checked. Yes, she’s serious. I’ve worn much weirder shit to weddings, including my own. At my own first wedding I wore a lime green tux and the tail end of growing out a drunken perm. Hmmm. Some chick other than the future ex did it, the perm, I wonder how I explained that?
I’m monogamous to a fault, but still … yes, I know it sounds endearing to you, but to me it might be a fault. Just saying even the suspicious seahag would have known it was just alcohol and a perm. Seems like when you do stupid shit that involves drunkedness and a chick when you are a teenage boy you should get laid, or, at bare minimum, think you’re going to get laid. I had a pierced ear that way for a while. Got it ripped out by a cowboy in a bar fight in Cheyanne. Sounds like it’d be a good story, but it’s not. I was drunk and she asked if she could pierce my ear. I know, that’s not the story I meant either. Didn’t get laid either time though. By the grace of God. Um, I don’t really drink that much. I was probably not drunk so much as otherwise impaired.
Daughters wedding, I should probably be telling y’all about daughters wedding. It’s still a ways off. I’ll have more to say afterwards, once I get over the whole driving away from Oregon again thing.
Wow, usually it’s GF interrupting an entry. She Is so very distracting in such a good way. The texting with daughter and this entry dove tail well into one another. When GF and I are texting it takes concentration not to call y’all by pet names and suggest moonlit assignations by the duck pond. Yes, of course that’s code.
What is this Sunday already? Fuck me running, where’d the week go? Oh, yes, and writing to y’all while texting GF might wind up with a fuck me running text. Not code.
To answer some notes, seen and private; Yes, hell yes, no, seriously? And with a glove and a bucket. I kid. You got to give notes to get notes. When I was more involved with this stuff it’s why I loved OD above all others. Live journal and, shit, I forget all the ones I had, seemed to be barely interactive. PB, I think, is. It’s me that’s been not so interactive. It’s like I’m typing in a vacuum; a dyson with one of those roller balls. Easy for shit to get in, hard for shit to get out. Figuratively. Don’t try vacuuming shit at home kids. We use professionals here at Haredawg Drools (yes, I forgot the name of the Journal itself, and whereas I’ll see it when I post and could edit this part out we all know that isn’t going to happen. Just like we all know those squiggly red lines ain’t going nowhere.).
I promised my fake shrink a copy of diagnosis of the reffering even faker shrinks. I rustled the clutter around and couldn’t find any. Back of the car under the seat. Though it’s not the last place I’d look it became the last place. Christ, I thought I just didn’t like those guys. They really didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. I was appalled that the fake shrink was appalled. I should quit calling him that. He isn’t pretending to be a shrink. I call him a fake shrink because the interns said there weren’t any shrinks in the area. Might be a problem of semantics. I mean psychiatrist by shrink though I understand the term is often used for anyone in the mental health field. There may not be a psychiatrist in the area. I wouldn’t see one if there were. In my mind they are like neurologists of the mental health field. They treat you like a problem and not a person. Bad approach to therapy.
Sorry that paragraph was not authorized by the estate of Haredawg drools which is currently managed by me; Haredawg Drools. My daughter is getting married!
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