Post by mightyjack on Dec 24, 2005 3:44:59 GMT -5
Merry Krushev everyone and to all a good naught!
Since it has been a most terrible year for me. One would think that as 2005 gasps and wheezes its final breath, that I would sputter a sigh of relief. Ah, but that's where a bad year takes its final merciless shot at you. Because years go out on the most awesome of holidays; Christmas!
Christmas is a great time of year, unless your life stinks. If your life stinks Christmas is a bitter wedgie of death. This will be the first time in a loooong time that I'll be celebrating Christmas without a wife by my side. So it's easy to sus out that life at this point stinks like an unwashed jock strap.
This is all together new experience for me and one I was not prepared for. One side effect I've discovered is that my eye's have started leaking without provocation. I'm not talking great weeping and gnashing of teeth, no public wails of anguish here. No, nothing that dramatic. But rather my eyes squirt out simple streams of water without warning.
The other day I went to Taco Time to partake of their delicacies, when it hit me. From out of the blue I sprung a leak. It was quite uncomfortable and I can't imagine what the counter person was thinking.
I drive home and the floodgates open. I tell myself that if people notice they'll probably think I'm doing my Dick Shawn in "It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" imitation. Yeah, probably.
I do the laundry in a haze of misted eyeballs.
My beard is soaking wet.
I wet 'em... bad.
Turkey day didn't do this too me. I didn't even tear up the time I dropped the Beatles Anthology book on foot a few weeks back. For the most part I've been numb. The walking dead, my emotional switch cut off. Then came Bronson, er, Christmas and suddenly I'm shooting out water like a Baby wets 'em doll.
I figure New Years could be worse - In a drunken stupor I break a window and cry out "DEBBIE!" (with my friend Crow). But after that I expect 2006 will bring smooth sailing. I hope to God it does; it can't get worse can it? I mean I can't see myself staggering up to the Taco Time drive through crying "CHIMECHANGAAA! I love ya baby!"
Gadzooks.
Merry Christmas everyone and here's to a leak free new year!
Since it has been a most terrible year for me. One would think that as 2005 gasps and wheezes its final breath, that I would sputter a sigh of relief. Ah, but that's where a bad year takes its final merciless shot at you. Because years go out on the most awesome of holidays; Christmas!
Christmas is a great time of year, unless your life stinks. If your life stinks Christmas is a bitter wedgie of death. This will be the first time in a loooong time that I'll be celebrating Christmas without a wife by my side. So it's easy to sus out that life at this point stinks like an unwashed jock strap.
This is all together new experience for me and one I was not prepared for. One side effect I've discovered is that my eye's have started leaking without provocation. I'm not talking great weeping and gnashing of teeth, no public wails of anguish here. No, nothing that dramatic. But rather my eyes squirt out simple streams of water without warning.
The other day I went to Taco Time to partake of their delicacies, when it hit me. From out of the blue I sprung a leak. It was quite uncomfortable and I can't imagine what the counter person was thinking.
I drive home and the floodgates open. I tell myself that if people notice they'll probably think I'm doing my Dick Shawn in "It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" imitation. Yeah, probably.
I do the laundry in a haze of misted eyeballs.
My beard is soaking wet.
I wet 'em... bad.
Turkey day didn't do this too me. I didn't even tear up the time I dropped the Beatles Anthology book on foot a few weeks back. For the most part I've been numb. The walking dead, my emotional switch cut off. Then came Bronson, er, Christmas and suddenly I'm shooting out water like a Baby wets 'em doll.
I figure New Years could be worse - In a drunken stupor I break a window and cry out "DEBBIE!" (with my friend Crow). But after that I expect 2006 will bring smooth sailing. I hope to God it does; it can't get worse can it? I mean I can't see myself staggering up to the Taco Time drive through crying "CHIMECHANGAAA! I love ya baby!"
Gadzooks.
Merry Christmas everyone and here's to a leak free new year!