I'm a fucking idiot

I feel like ranting today, first I will rant about me.

Yup, I have to buy more airtime for a frigging cell phone that I never use. But if I don’t add some more time I lose the minutes I have accumulated. Someone should just smack me in the fucking head with a hammer and put me out of my stupidity. I think that someday, when I need some joy very badly I will just take a hatchet to it and see how many pieces I can convert it into. Yup, I think that would make me feel very happy. Freedom of the mind and being free of bullshit is a good thing. While I’m at it I think I’ll also buy some new undies to customize with racing stripes. *snorts*…. I still think that I’m a special idiot though.

It was a beautiful day yesterday. I worked on the camper some in the morning, discovered some wood rot in the floor system so decided to just take it out and fix it right rather than let it go even though it would likely have lasted as long as I own and use the trailer. I took it out, I haven’t put it back together yet. Being such a beautiful day I decided to go to the spit and goof off and fly my kite some. Helen went with me and I stopped and bought a couple of subs for a sort of picnic.

I went over to Helen’s last evening and we listened to the old time music they have on Sunday’s while we played a dice game and The Restless Wind came on, boy, I haven’t heard that song for years. My version.

With an ugly crack in a railroad shack I spent my younger days. And I guess the sound of the outward bound made me a slave to my wandering ways. He, he, he.

So I posted about how unhappy I was with women yesterday, and then went to visit Hammers blog to see what he had posted and he had posted about screwed up women. Once again he and I and the cosmos aligned. Interesting. But don’t ask me how it works. To the last six women I’ve tried relationships with (and a reminder to the guys on this planet), God put us together for a reason. To show me what kind of women I don’t want because you won’t change how you think about things. Being as life is about lessons I’ve finely learned that one and I’m not going to revisit it again.

I need to go to a good live stage performance, they always cheer me up. But the playhouse is between performances right now. Sigh.

Sewmouse thinks I rant too much about not wanting a woman, I agree, not the women I’ve been meeting anyway, but I need to get it out of my system until I’m too the point where, I’m fully done with them. Anyone that’s been as screwed over as I have for the last nine years has earned the right to rant. Stay away from the women I say, they just don’t get it. And if you are a woman reading this, maybe it’s not YOU that I’m talking about. That is something you have to decide I guess.

So I guess the Miss America Pageant is in full swing. Big deal, I wouldn’t walk across the street to watch it. Or bother to watch it on TV. Helen won’t watch it either, she says they don’t show enough of their tits. Don’t worry, Helen isn’t gay, she’s just kinky. She is always pointing out sexy looking women to me because I’m not paying much attention to that, my mind is often a million miles away fussing about wars and thirty thousand people dying of starvation everyday, things like that. Yeah, Helen, whatever, you look at them. No matter how good they look some man somewhere is tired of her shit.

Bah, I’m fucking crazy, everyone that follows this blog is fucking crazy. He, he, he. Our fucking ancestors made the fucking Gods fucking crazy. And the ugly part of it is that the monkeys that rule us are even more fucking crazy than we are. Gaaaaaa !!! Great movie though, “The Gods Must Be Crazy” isn’t it? Or “The Gods Are Crazy” or something like that.

Hey, where ya going? What is the water like there? Will it give ya the shits? Are you a hiker? Heck, I think everyone should have a few of these straws, but the website doesn’t show them as being available for individual sales.
Life Straw

Martha Steward for preznut, why not, one cunt is as good as the next. The only woman I would like to see as president is my neighbor Helen because those other women don’t make a pimple on her butt.

Rambling thoughts of a retiree:
I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.
I had amnesia once -- or was it twice?
I went to San Francisco . I found someone's heart. Now what?
Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic.
All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
If the world was a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses sidesaddle.
What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free?
They told me I was gullible and I believed them.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when
he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
Experience is the thing you have left when everything else is gone.
I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
The cost of living hasn't affected its popularity.
How can there be self-help "groups"?
Is it my imagination, or do buffalo wings taste like chicken? ( Buffalo have wings???)
One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.
Wait, I do, but I don’t let it take away from my own self-importance.
He, he, he ……..