Monday, January 30, 2006
What does one do when one awakens to a beautiful, sunny New York day in a King Kong-sized rage?
If one finds oneself walking on the way home from getting coffee (which one does not need while in a King Kong rage), one may imagine picking up a digging bulldozer and throwing it at another digging bulldozer.
And when a friendly Workman waves and offers, "How do you like this lovely summer weather we're having?"
One replies, "It will be gone tomorrow."
At the disappointment of this cruel fact, along with the persistant King Kong rage, one may be driven to a manic "seems like Spring" apartment clean.
Perhaps one is tempted to buy a new-and-improved cleaning product to feed the beast, yet one has a full bottle of Pine-Sol already.
Yet the King Kong rage drives one to consume still--to buy groceries--to make pate!
O great Lords Of The Abyss! Readers! I did not post an entry on Saturday as I was too busy drinking Co Co Reef and rapping Ludacris' "Number One Spot" at the local Karaoke hole.
Have mercy on this Wench! I have wronged you. But I did not buy a new-and-improved cleaning product today.