diversionary antics.

finding ways to be the opposite of
productive and progressive.
some folks are better at it than others.
i mean,
i know ninjas who work harder and harder and longer
and never get one footstep ahead of where they started.
they're better at undoo-dooing sh!t, i guess.
however,
after my very busy busted and unsatisfying tuesday,
i found myself determined to idly span an expanse
of time by only doing inconsequential activities.
i drank a big vat of iced tea at the coffee shop.
nobody sat near me, and nobody gave a sh!t....
except the quartet of F*-bags walking around shirtless
on a sunny summer day along the main street of my
idyllic, idiotic village.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
tank top? gross.
sleeveless? gross.
sleeve/sideless? worse than gross!
shirtless, sunglasses, fake white rapper tattoos,
aggro man-walk and backwards hat? SO gross.
duders,
put a shirt on. nobody likes that sh!t.
okay, well, maybe greasy young skanks like that sh!t,
but seriously,
we all know you're walking so hard because
you lost your license being a drunken A*hole.
awwwwww.
haha.
yeah.
after my skinshow,
i had a pretty flippin' expert pizza with my buddy eric.
uh-huh.
a power lunch date with my homeboy,
and a cilantro-infused tomato basil 'zza with roasted corn?
i'm about those jauns, y'all.
neighbors,
y'know what goes great with digestion?
mother-in-laws.
no, for real.
i stopped by her house to squeeze out a steady stream of
emergency, can't-wait, hot, wet, golden peepee sauce,
and it turned out it was her berfday!
happy flippin' berfday, right?
so a brief civil somber chat was thoroughly enjoyed
to the capacity it was capable of being so,
and then it was time to activate the next three hours
like a much younger, stronger, faster poet of war and peace-
fuuuuuuutbooooooool!!!!
soccer is the wednesday way, friends.
running around, hurting myself, and my team,
and everybody's feelings?
heck yes, yo.
that's the way it's done.
so that's the way i do it.
after getting my right foot off on the wrong foot,
crushed and cracked, and swollen like a hoof,
i hobbled home to the Fortress to further damage myself-
and after a bachelor burger and a batch of bitchery,
my friend came over for an after-dark, after-work
late night-type slice of delicious chocolate pie.
i am capable of being surprised.
not often, but it happens.
20 yr. old girls aren't known for being that surprising,
but our buddy sweet de is pretty good.
then again, i'm shallow, and she's not ugly, at all,
and i've been known to take what i can and leave the rest.
at least somebody likes my bakey treats an' that.
just sayin',
i did a minimal modicum of applicable participation,
and at the end of the night,
which was technically the start of today,
i had sore legs, a heavy head, a full belly,
and dehydration diarrhea.
every single day can't be a woe-wallowing hollow one.
it's true.
sometimes,
just being busy is better than getting busy.
light action,
hard styles,
short sleep,
long nights.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....