I seem to have run out of things to say. Everything is stuck like a skipping record. For example today I have to go have a second interview for a job I've already got. A formality due to the requirement that a new employee be interviewed by two people. Since there was only one person present at the original interview, I've got to go back. I've half a mind to show up in jeans and unshaven. Nah, that'd be childish.
I haven't even snapped any pictures this week. Oh the trees are starting to turn so I could be snapping away, but instead I think, yup just like last year and the one before that and the one before that. Mind you, I still love it, I'm just not moved to capture it on film. Maybe next week, or maybe next year.
Ordinarily, I'd whip out a fun poop story in this spot. The best I've got is the fart cloud I walked through yesterday. See, there was a group of people walking down the stairs into the metro. They were near the bottom and I was just descending when whomp, I'm breathing in the shit molecules from someone's ass. I'm pretty sure it was the octogenarian gripping the rail and slowly making his way down. Easy to forgive, but whew, a bit harder to forget. It was so stinky I think I could have chewed it.
Isn't this fun? Aren't you glad you stopped by? I know. I'll try to do better in the future. At least it's Friday, that's something to be happy about. I hope you have a good one.
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Sounds like a wee bit o' depression to me. Nothing to be worried about really, and perfectly understandable considering the circumstances.
If you were to take a picture of the train tracks for me, that would be nice. I don't recall seeing the sight with fall colors. I've seen the tracks covered in snow, and a nice shot of late spring/early summer (if I remember correctly).
I hope your Friday is a good one.
Some of the trees are starting to turn here too but I think it is because they are so dry. My burning bush is supposed to turn red but its leaves withered and died. It is supposed to rain on Sunday. Is a new puppy in your near future? ed
You know, most people wouldn't even think of the phrase "fun poop story." That's what makes you so special.
"...shit molecules from someone's ass."
I thought I was the only one who thought in such terms. I hope that poor old man was wearing Depends.
I'm going to let you in on something. The worst farts do not come from the elderly. They come from perimenopausal women who are trying to stuff down their emotions with Peppercorn Ranch chips and perogies. I know this because I've been making myself gag for two days! It's one thing to gag on someone else's unfamiliar ass molecules, but your own should be just a little bit familiar!
Sigh. When life gives you lemons...
since you have been going thru a rough time, your doldrums are expected and natural.
we are still out here, though.
and you have visitors this weekend, right? mr. idol eyes...
PS - word is "poing", the sound of one rubber band snapping...
You've had a rough week. The onset of Fall and the knowledge of what is to come (the season whose name we shall not utter) coupled with the very difficult week you've had has understandably brought you down.
Even at your worst you're still better than most. I come for the prose but I stay for the poop.
hmm, even when you have nothing - you still manage to get a laugh.... brat!
Too bad about the ass cloud. Enjoy the trees, even if you aren't moved to capture them digitally.
Ass molecules....good one!
TGIF, hope your doldrums lift soon. You really need to get a doggie
I wish you a relaxing and peaceful weekend. And give your hubs a hug and kiss from me. I've been thinking about him, but have not followed through on saying the words. Love to you both.
Even in the absence of a "fun poop story" (eyeroll), you still managed to make me chuckle. So, there, I am glad I stopped by.
Here's hoping more interesting things present themselves soon (nothing TOO interesting, tho). Meanwhile, I second the challenge for an autumn shot of some railroad action.
now that's some funny shit!
"...and i had my mouth open and everything!"
Film? That is all.
Oh baby. I got nothing cheerful to say, either. I hope Rox's story of her own rotten gut made you feel better. I've got one just like it.
In other news I despise being judged. Like everyone doesn't have shit they fucked up.
OMG - someone (woman) farted in yoga the other day. She may as well just dropped a trout in her workout clothes and let it bake for a few hours - THAT is how bad it was.
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