31 December, 2004
the creeping crud

now that 99% of my body weight has passed through my nose in the last twenty-four hours, i feel like one of the gargoyles atop Notre Dame during a cloudburst. if there's ever an Olympic event for tissue-filling and tossing, damn, i'm in training. snot decathlon.
what a fitting send-off for the year. grrrrrr.
my superstitious suspicions should've been a warning, a few days ago. for some reason, out of nowhere (while waiting for the light to change, in traffic), this sacreligious thing popped into mind from the dark recesses of the past: my mom's childhood friend, known for numerous indescretions socially, sexually and personally, had a grotesque habit of singing this old whiteBaptisthymn... only ever sung while sitting on the precipice, where one more shot of bourbon mean either spewing, passing out, or vile insults.
"JesusJesusJesus, sweetest name i know...."
and this all came back, just sitting in the car, waiting... not having been thought of or considered for years.
shoulda known. same thing happens when my brother's comments surface... bad things happen.
there's more stories left over from the past weekend, but i feel i must again perish.
temporarily.
surf's up.

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