Stoned Ramblings

I got to see him in Louisville when he toured with Jeff Beck. I now wish I hadn't have been so damned shit-faced drunk.

 

What a weird conference call. My boss' boss was on the call, and threw people under the bus, except me. Because I'm new. What did I get myself into?

I believe in work/life balance, and if my life becomes too much work, even if I'm working at home, this ain't gonna work. But, time will tell.

 

I hear you!

 

I'm in marketing, and there's all these deadlines which is normal, and I'm meeting them so far, but I'm still new. But, I was asked on the call for my honest opinion, and I said ''I think some of the expectations are unreasonable.''

If you want robots, hire robots.

 

If he does it again just act really drunk and have some Pink Floyd blaring in the background. He'll get the picture.

 

WTF??? What's left?

 

jackson browne, pink floyd, grateful dead, mark knoplfer, srv all I think i have in the car at the moment.. mostly pink floyd stays in the cd .. usually use my xm when i pay the bil

 

I've keep Janah in the CD player, too; but y'all wouldn't know who they are.

Stones for sure.

 

its a jungle out there

 

I have to take Sweet Baby to get fixed in the am between 7 and 8AM . I have to take up all the food everywhere at midnight...this is gonna be Way Different for these starving beasts. She can't eat after midnight, but can drink water.

She may be a he because I swear I think I'm feeling the same knots back there that are plainly seen on brother Possum. smh There is just So Much Hair!!!! good grief

She is sitting in this plum position after knocking over the metronome. Lord have mercy.

 

GAD HIP FOUMS!!!

Leave my pictures turned the way I put them on here. gahhhhh

 

'to heck with your ticky thing. it's in my spot. and this is my spot because I say it is my spot now. doesn't matter that it's never been my spot, I claim it now, today. so to heck with your ticky thing. '

 

LOL! yeah, like that... smh

 

I understand the feline mind as much as I understand anything else in this world. I have two fuzzy masters. one of them just came in, sat here, out of arm's reach and stared intently at me for several minutes. stood up, turned his back to me, stared the other way for several minutes, yawned, stretched, and left.

 

Found some graffiti on my fireplace mantle. It reads: E.A. Shortgen 1944