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yes, neighbors,
it's that time of the month, again.
and just to F* with it so hard,
i'm headed southbound to the asscracko'chussetts,
to deliver my darling daughters back to the real world.
the woodsly goodness is diminished greatly in their absence.
hard styles and weak sauce are working together
just to try and mess up our day.
oh,
yeah.
of course.
it's the last day of a long holiday weekend,
so all the masshole tards will all also be headed home...
and there's the threat of wintry weather,
which immediately dismantles what little brain activity they've got,
and makes operating a motor vehicle a slow-motion exercise
in being the absolute worst thing in the world.
nice.
i'm certain the journey's roundtrip racing will be marred
in so many ways by traffic, snow, rain, traffic, state police, traffic,
and all a long drive's constituent A*-holery.
ugh.
*
saying goodbye too soon,
after visiting not enough and driving too long?
that's normally not ever invited,
but the responsibilities of mature adulthood dictate
that i'm doo-dooing one whole sh!t-salad day of all my least favorite things.
uh-huh.
i'm tattooing the instant i get back,
and i hope my road raging road warrior on-the-road spirit doesn't
make for too terrible a day for everyone else.
(actually, we all know i secretly hope i destroy this whole day)
wooooooooord.
don't worry, duders,
i remembered to spit out the magic words,
at the stroke of midnight,
and again when i woke up.
obviously,
i cultivate coincidental good fortune where i can find it,
and i find myself thinking maybe THIS month will finally be the one.
rabbit, rabbit.
yeah,
i said it.
i need to have it happen.
i know better, so i just wish harder, and work hardest,
and let the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
they all fit somewhere,
and we're gonna watch the big picture reveal itself.
today is the day.
the first day of the last month.
that's kind of an important thing.
we've got thirty one days ahead of us
in which to activate the eleventh level of expertism,
and y'know what?
i think we're gonna.
*
and let's end it/start it on a high note.
check the teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
cranberry-sauced brown sugary oatmeal panniecakes.
we know how to make the magic happen, friends.
i mean,
we ARE expert active participants after all.
today is the day.
the first day,
the last day,
the worst day,
and the best;
never quiet, never soft.....