Damn! The smartphone is still at 83% charged! I’ll just sleep at 0200 AM. But before I turn into a burrito, err, retire early, err, go to sleep, I’ll blog.
Last night, which was while downstairs after I came home from choir practice, Maw told me that she hopes that I won’t marry a guy with “sickness”. I told her whatever the Lawd God’s will is fine by me. In other words, most of the people I’ve encountered are NOT normal! That’s right! As mentioned in a recent blog entry, we are magnets for troubled souls.
In my mind, I was thinking about my fugly ear-candy, then again there was the jobless dreamer, the jobless surfer, the smelly hunk, the illegal alien, the fugly one-eyed gang member, and a whole host of desirable, yet amazingly abnormal guys, who would have been “lucky”.
Alas, I keep reflecting on my current status as a “retired” celibate. Wait! That doesn’t sound right! I’m still a fugly dawd! Therefore, I don’t qualify as a nun because I’m too hyper and NOT as serene or soft-spoken as the nuns working at the OLP. The “sisters” we got are, well, “manly” and “unhinged”.
So in another five minutes, I’ll have to rest. Hopefully, the McD coffee today will have all but been excreted because it kept me hyper so much that I couldn’t take my mid-afternoon nap. All is well until I have to start “looking” really “hard” for a “job” so that I could earn some “income” and spend some for “fun” and “enjoyment.
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