It’s snowing again today.
Please make it go away.
Life doesn’t seem worth living.
I’ve grown listless.
The laundry piles up.
The dirty dishes pile up.
I need a shower and my pajamas stink.
I’ve eaten about three pounds of bad chocolate.
The cat keeps screaming to get OUT but when I open the door, he just runs away.
We’ve done this six million times.
Really. Six effing million.
The sun will never shine again.
Life just isn’t worth it.
I’ve watched all 400 of my DVDs. In alphabetical order.
It’s Friday night and I plan to get a little pussy. And strangle him.
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Well, Sinatra and I have been inside the house since late Monday afternoon and we’re going a little nuts. I’ve been having a movie fest, of course, and tonight’s a Clint Eastwood night with Play Misty for Me and Eiger Sanction as the double feature. I’ve already watched four Dirty Harrys, Gran Tornino (which started this jag) and his Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima war movies. I’ll watch Coogan’s Bluff, Bequiled and Million Dollar Baby before I’ll watch those spaghetti westerns.

snow drift under my back yard eaves

After checking with several online experts and doing an extensive internet search, I feel confident in saying the weather in Oklahoma City, OK, USA, is, at the present, f’ng frigid.

That is all.

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Oh, apparently Sinatra has something he wants to add.

Chairman of the Bored

HALP! HALP! Let me out of here! I’m going outta my mind! I hates litterbox in garage! I wanna go out! OUT! OUT! OUT! Where is sunshiney outside? Where is kitties? OUT! LET ME OUT!

That is all.

Sinatra

Where do all those songs come from? Life, unfortunately.

I have been reliably informed that even if you actually wanted to spend more money that this is the absolute state-of-the-art, Money-no-object, ugliest home you can build on the 6600 block of North Grand Blvd. in Nichols Hills. To the architectural firm that designed this: mon compliment!

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