Monday, May 21

ninety days, interest free.

have you guys heard about tropical storm alberto?
no?
that's not surprising, at all, really.
the first storm named for the atlantic hurricane season
promises to be a huge disappointment in all ways
related to power, performance, and trajectory.
now, the question is-
is anybody surprised that my raging stormswept
namesake just happens to embody every trait
i also seem to simulanteously resemble?
a collision of water, wind, heat, and underachievement-
this one will be unmemorable, neighbors.
i'll try not to blame the national weather service
for the decision to waste the moniker on a sh!t-hot mess
of a medicore maelstrom.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
***********
my teeth have beach?
ummm,
i think so.
check the teleport:
gross.
rebexpert shared her memories of our hawaii times.
...they came with her to the woodsly goodness
on a weird little surfboard,
sort of like that weezer song.
there's a lot of dolphins in her version of events,
whereas i seem to remember more sunburn.
anyway,
and i'm sharing my memories, via hers, with you.
oh, you're welcome;
don't you even worry about that.
*
alas, my ninjas,
it's another 'nother middling monday,
and i'm starting my weekending-type
hard-style last day at work without any work to do.
and what's worse than not tatzapping at the sh!t shack?
that's correct-
i'm also back to being without my peoples.
...again.
after the briefest of respites from the grind,
the Fortress has resumed it's state of perpetual besiegement.
it's true, kids.
at least i have these duders on the east coast again,
that's somethin'.
in fact,
i'm already planning more island visitation situations,
for more family dinners and expert togetherness activation.
uh-huh.
that's a thing.
-
exercise.
exorcise.
excoriate.
yuuuuuuuuuup.
triple ex';
that's real.
all lined up in a row.
(they call that a turkey in bowling lingo, friends)
things happen,
things fall apart-
causes and effects, y'know?
it's the only way we do it;
never quiet, never soft.....90

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