Waiting for a Cheeze-It

OK, it's June. Six ridiculous months since my last posting. Conveniently, I will blame it on the insanity of my work. Because, at times, it is insane. If there was an OFF button I could push, that would terminate the drama, dang, I would sit on that thing. But I can only attribute that line of thinking to wishful thinking, and to chemical analysis of what the heck did someone slip into my coffee.

Sometimes, hopefully I wait. Like my dog, right now. It's way late. I am munching cheeze-its as I write. She's scored a few, so patiently, she waits, regardless of the hour. ANYTHING ANYTIME. For a cheeze-it. That's her policy. One moment of a yummy taste to offset what otherwise has to be a life full of suck and crap. I wait for my cheeze-it, my occasional moment of perhaps some break from the suck, and from the crap. But it all smells the same. Dang, do I sound more bitter and beat than a rented mule or what? What is my deal? How far up my own butt exactly is my head inserted? A foot? Two feet? Who knows? All I know is, my attitude sucks. No one reads this blog so I can post whatever I want here, and no one will read it. Admittedly, I find therapy in that. There's a difference though, between the crap in my dog's life and the crap in mine. She either produces or EATS the crap in her life (the latter of which is unequivocally produces by the local cat, which she loathes beyond description). In my life, there is some crap I produce, but mostly, the crap section appears to be the kind of crap that others produce, that I end up stepping in repeatedly. It's not so acutely torturous that I feel like it's crap I am eating. That'd be the point of termination - of whatever kind of crap is occurring or being experienced. THAT I will not abide in any world.

Granted, reader, this is self-absorbed and meaningless ramble, so thanks in advance for the patience as I do continue. Because this is so workin'for me right now, and I need, truly need something to be workin' for me right now. You know how they talk about how the proverbial crap has hit the fan? Well, right now, it seems as if the collective butthole of life has the runs, and that those runs are hitting and flying through the fan of life , into the atmosphere of my life, with an unbearable stink that would render a horse unconscious. Somehow, I have to find and use my gasmask so as to avoid loss of brain cells that would result from the raw stink of it all. And the unmitigated suck of it all. Oh the suck of it all. I realize that none of this means anything to you, unless of course, you have suck or crap going on. In that case, I know you feel me. Enough said. Thanks for playing . It'd be nice if the score was in our favor, huh?
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