The Wee Democracy

NEW NAME ...
SAME GREAT FLAVOR!!
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i've decided i want to be a man about town.

with a modicum of indirect help from my pal damon, i have decided that unemployment suits me quite well, and i could easily go about the rest of my life in a state of what can only be described as -- retirement.

however, destitution comes hand in motherfuckin' hand with unemployment, and seeing as how i'm bored to sobs being destitute, i've decided to forego the whole retirement thing for the time being and find myself a real job. ok, not a real job, but a job where i can make a few hundred a month, to get by for now, pay some bills, buy some booze and women.

also, the whole being fat thing has gotten quite old. i'm not as fat as i used to be and i've successfully watch my diet for the last week and a half with much success, but the thing i need, the thing i truly need, is a gym, and or, a plastic surgeon.

which brings me, in manners resembling a full circle, back to my original statement, regarding my aspirations as a man about town. i was watching the new NBC bastardized version of the BBC's sticom coupling, and it reminded me of one thing -- sitcoms are bullshit. yes, yes, i have confessed many a time to watching sex and the city and the simpsons but those are untraditional sitcoms. i mean, you're not gonna get an episode of friends where rachel decides to experiment with lesbianism and is surprised when oops! phoebe shoots fem-cum on her face! and the simpsons...well, that speaks for itself.

anywho, back to coupling. these people are well dressed phsyically fit individuals who evidently throw their genitalia out on the craps table for a gamble or two every other night. and they have cell phones. now, some may criticize the believability of this scenario actually playing out in my life, given the cards i've been dealt and the skills i've, ahem, honed in my lifetime of watching from the sidelines.

to those people i say - fuck you. cause you're probably right. BUT nonetheless, as ridiculous as it is to attempt to recreate the phoney baloney crap that is life in a sitcom, i think i'll get a lot closer to that kind of life getting off my ass and doing something, than sitting here watching the sitcoms and wishing it was me in there.

or maybe i'll just start drinking again.



feeling: young... and restless... and a little tired....and like having a jello cup
thinking of: officially ending the hiatus
song of the day: deep blue day - brian eno