kanji

27 July, 2005
just short of calamity

i'll readily admit that the tone of this journal has sucked rat's ass for longer than it ever should have. it's turned into a shoulder to weep on... in a Dorian Grey sense, since they don't shed from my eyes too often. regardless, welcome to the beginning of the end.

no, i'm not running off. i am backing off of the marital destruction follies. one would think, considering how much i destested having to deal with the debris when i was growing up (and out of the loop, control-wise), i'd have an extra sensitivity to aviod spewing my own contribution.

of course, that's bullshit. when it's first-hand, and you've convinced yourself that you can surely do better... well, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

as much as i love the summer and barefoot weather, the recent flesh-sizzling temperatures here in the mid Atlantic are debilitating... unless you like sweat to roll down the crack of your ass. or, maybe you prefer the drone and daily puncturing generously provided by hungry mosquitos... if so, Virginia is for you. despite how many gallons of DEET i slather on myself, the bastards continue to find just that spot that i missed... several times a day. i feel like an itchy MichelinMan. west nile, here i come.

in a continuation of pecularly coincidental events, i look back to Sunday. rather than endure further frigidity indoors, i decided to tackle the lawn, choosing to stay astride the tractor regardless of precarious angles on the terraces.
one particular section, bordering the neighbor's driveway, is punctuated with a few sparse forsythia bushes... which i attempted to maneuver around. until one low hanging branch managed to dislodge the speed lever. before i could react, the speed went from "3" to "7", which meant the tractor lurched downhill without me. i was still airborne... but managed to land, ass-first, on the seat, able to find the brake before anything more damaging to my person ensued.

instead of turning into a quivering victim, i got slightly miffed at the predicament, and tried a different approach... and promptly forgot about nearly jerking a knot in my ass.

a half-hour later, i noticed my other neighbor (separated from his wife, who was fucking around on him... but still mows her grass, so to speak), strapping his mower to the back of his truck. this mower was in exactly the same ditch that i'd rammed the Miata into, some months ago... he was lucky not to have broken his neck.

must have been bad mojo for Briggs&Stratton, that day.

boring.

that's what this is. it's going to take me a while to get my sense of humor back. bear with me.

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hit me with your rhythm stick




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