Bruun's Titting UP
hey bruun, what about the belt joke? huh? huh? you must know how insecure i am... except when it comes to brenda. you, my dear, are just mad that you didn't get it. (you didn't have to be such a bitch about it, either.) i still laugh every time my five year old tells it to me, and not because i'm being nice. is, btw, i love that 7 8 9 joke, and i love that you do, too.
bruun, how'd it go at your annual review?
my kombucha is decidedly dead, a flippin flop. i guess i let it go on too long, waiting for the mother, and now its vinegar incarnation ferments in my compost tin. i'm sure it will be helpful there. fuck it. (am i the only one who curses anymore? will i get reprimanded for it? curse i must tonight, folks!) it just figures, though; i seem to be effing up all over the place. oh well, if things don't work out in this life, there's always the next. if i screw up enough this time, i'll get to come back as a human again to set them straight. (it's 'the tibetan book of living and dying', bruun. you had it right-enough.)
don't mind me. i'm just terrified about my divorce is all, and i'm going to ugly places in my head. i'll leave it at that, don't want to hijack, but nor do i want to spew over on my lonely thread. that second sentence about my kombucha describes exactly how i feel about what has gone on in the more than two years since i left my ex. i'm just hoping that, in the end, the time squandered will do something useful besides just make more shit rot.
bruun, thanks for yet another compliment. i think i make happy about little things (is that what you're talking about with the in-love reference?) because i am a bit of a simpleton at heart and i have such a limited social life, so a trip to the store is like flying through the air with the greatest of ease, bringing me giggles, shits, and grins.
i don't believe in one true love, not at the rate we change as humans these days. i think that notion is from fairy tales. but i think you can use the term 'true love' about a second and third and fourth, and still be accurate. i do adore and believe in the possibility that as older people we can fall in with someone with whom to get even older and eventually die (happier, thanks to having intimately shared life). bruun, you'll encounter that certain someone. just keep living life, and try to get OUT daily. my sister once told me that it only takes a second to meet someone (and then your life can change tremendously), and i found that to be very comforting and encouraging.
i think a good night's sleep will do me good. sorry to be such a downer. (oh, a happy thing is happening: the pric is driving out of the driveway, which means that i have 20 more minutes without him in the house, as he's gone to the store to fetch provisions with which to prepare his evening feast in my kitchen. fe fi fo fum.)
xo rudy
hey bruun, what about the belt joke? huh? huh? you must know how insecure i am... except when it comes to brenda. you, my dear, are just mad that you didn't get it. (you didn't have to be such a bitch about it, either.) i still laugh every time my five year old tells it to me, and not because i'm being nice. is, btw, i love that 7 8 9 joke, and i love that you do, too.
bruun, how'd it go at your annual review?
my kombucha is decidedly dead, a flippin flop. i guess i let it go on too long, waiting for the mother, and now its vinegar incarnation ferments in my compost tin. i'm sure it will be helpful there. fuck it. (am i the only one who curses anymore? will i get reprimanded for it? curse i must tonight, folks!) it just figures, though; i seem to be effing up all over the place. oh well, if things don't work out in this life, there's always the next. if i screw up enough this time, i'll get to come back as a human again to set them straight. (it's 'the tibetan book of living and dying', bruun. you had it right-enough.)
don't mind me. i'm just terrified about my divorce is all, and i'm going to ugly places in my head. i'll leave it at that, don't want to hijack, but nor do i want to spew over on my lonely thread. that second sentence about my kombucha describes exactly how i feel about what has gone on in the more than two years since i left my ex. i'm just hoping that, in the end, the time squandered will do something useful besides just make more shit rot.
bruun, thanks for yet another compliment. i think i make happy about little things (is that what you're talking about with the in-love reference?) because i am a bit of a simpleton at heart and i have such a limited social life, so a trip to the store is like flying through the air with the greatest of ease, bringing me giggles, shits, and grins.
i don't believe in one true love, not at the rate we change as humans these days. i think that notion is from fairy tales. but i think you can use the term 'true love' about a second and third and fourth, and still be accurate. i do adore and believe in the possibility that as older people we can fall in with someone with whom to get even older and eventually die (happier, thanks to having intimately shared life). bruun, you'll encounter that certain someone. just keep living life, and try to get OUT daily. my sister once told me that it only takes a second to meet someone (and then your life can change tremendously), and i found that to be very comforting and encouraging.
i think a good night's sleep will do me good. sorry to be such a downer. (oh, a happy thing is happening: the pric is driving out of the driveway, which means that i have 20 more minutes without him in the house, as he's gone to the store to fetch provisions with which to prepare his evening feast in my kitchen. fe fi fo fum.)
xo rudy
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