rbsn ~ excursive

shoulder pains are now worse…accompanied by right wrist numbosity.
plus(!). today promises to be fsking busy.
and i just wanna go home and watch boondock saints two.

i miss it already…

game day tomorrow — which is altogether OMGSOEXCITING and NOOOOOOLASTHOMEGAMEOF2011.

wth am i going to do for the next ~2 months before ncaa bball starts?!!?

and when the fuck did this ever even become an issue!?!?!?!?!!!!

SO NOT IN THE MOOD.

which is funny because this morning i was all raring to go.
go where?!

nowhere.

five months ago, if someone wouldve told me that games will become my retreat from all that is evil in the world, i wouldnt have believed.
count me as wrong. oh so wrong.

also, count me out 113 bucks cuz i just bought tix for thursday nights game vs the giants. since i started off this season with a giants game, its only fitting to end it on a giants game no? hopefully, a we-kick-giants-asterisk-again(!) game too.

then, month and a half before N – C – A – A!!! YARRR!!!!!*

*pirates should get some yarr their direction since they lost so stupendously today. yieah, i give props to the losers occasionally.

everything hurts.
ive developed the habit of ignoring pain until its driven me to the point of insanity.
at which time, its become an endless whorl of OWSOFUCKINGSORE.
so sad. pretense of stamina.

so, thus, car singing becomes the tonic.
where an hour long drive home means transformering the monk into a moving stereo.
and i warble at the top of my lungs, trying oh so hard to imitate adele and failing udderly.
but it is a tonic, see, cuz when youre flying 50 down the road and no one can hear you, its easy to get lost in the notes and forget the muthereffing pain.
even the tiredness of the day gets sung away for that slice of time.

until, of course, its nearing dusk, im nearing home, and the tired sets back in till the heads ready to bang into the steering wheel.

and that, all that above, have been my days of late.

oh hai guys. its almost ncaa bball season!
almost as in a little over two months oh but whos counting!
me, dammit, i am.
open open open…

paid the dues but there aint no usual satisfaction to be had.
this on top of a day that sucked super grody nachos.

and. the bonus.
oh to feel like an old farty elephant, yieah.

this day has been such……perfection.

as if youve seriously offended hades or something.

so, yieah, id like someone to bring back vintage lace n rhinestone british knights PLEASE.

i need a coupon or a discount or something
cuz i need that bag BAD.
or nay, want it bad i suppose.
is it not the same thing?!

amazon peeps are insane.
ordered books saturday morning,
they were shipped out sunday i think,
and i have them in hand today.
take a break and sleep people!!

on the other hand, shiver me timbers i gots my mitts on the code book. omg excitement GALORE.

and now its raining huge heavy drops.

awesome.

so far today ive read, watched a movie, played in photoshop, threw over saving the world in favor of losing spectacularly, and ate ice cream.

i wanna do something completely unnecessary. like go to disneyland. for the umpteenth time.

top keeps sliding down cuz i didnt feel like wearing a tank inside — too much clothing. so now im slip sliding everywhere. and for some reason its ultra amusing to me.

in fact, a lot is ultra amusing to me right now. good writing sessions can buoy much plus good news (jag woohoo!) helps up the ante to stay high. despite all the inevitable lows, there are too many good things going around to wallow in self disappointment.

nerdism ftw, arrrgg.

oh hai.

writing well and making sense requires…effort.
i can see how one would only get in 1000 words a day. if you keep going back and doing same-day editing, shit will git cut down.

rambling not included.

“restore last session?!!?”
ha!
dont get smart with me internut exploder.
im only using you because, for whatever the fuck reason, you are faster on current jb setup than chrome.

otherwise id ditch your loserness in half a heartbeat.
chrome is fantasmic.

admist the dumps. hence hacking off hunks of cheese and horking chunk after chunk. downing it all with……….water.

excitement, i is thee in a non-exciting form.

currently its underarm sticky gross and imma craving BLOODY MARY MIX. omg, crave.

dinner was: half a wedge of some stale-ish cheese and the rest of the bloody mary mix. which is sodiumated to the max but oh so freaking good.