seems like a place holder? (a throwback)

another dull-ass day in paradise…except it wasn’t exactly paradise, just hot-ass, “oh-yeah-folks, it-IS-july-so-sweat-like-a-farm-animal” texas. i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again…the problem with dull days is they give me NOTHING to write about. combine a dull-ass tuesday with complete and utter fatigue and i’m pretty dry on more than one level.

i’ve always stuck with the theory that most days follow the pattern you set within the first hour you’re up…kinda like establishing “mood”, in novel writing terms. for example, if you have problems finding that one pair of shoes you wanna wear, or your keys, or what have you, then you tend to stay scatter-brained all day. such was my day…when i walked out of the house, i realized i had just locked the door with neither my phone OR my keys on me…so, i was locked out, and couldn’t call one of the two people in town that have keys to my house. what was i gonna do? go to the NEIGHBORS? the same ones that called in the city on me? FUCK that.

but then i remembered…when i came in the night before, i had ‘red” on the brain (as in the pit i’d rescued, not jim & kathi’s mom – that is her nickname, and they both read this, so i just wanna clarify…for that matter, not my friend sin D in florida, either) so i figured i probably hadn’t gone back and locked the front door, which i typically only use once a day when i walk in from work with the mail. i checked, i was right, and i got back in the house without issue to get the phone and keys. never mind the fact that that meant it had stayed unlocked all damn night…it meant that my own fucked-up logic (or lack there of) had saved my ass.

and that same thing kept me going all day…got me through my dealings with the city (“yeah, your neighbors were pretty upset but we saw how you handled that stray pit – and she’s not even yours, so we KNOW you’re a good doggie-parent…for reference, licensing my dogs will cost only $15 for BOTH…$5 for a lifetime one for buffi, and $10 a year for calum since he’s “not fixed” (don’t EVEN get me started on how wrong it is to say that a boy with his nuts is BROKEN or something…and he never will be since guys don’t do that to other guys) and if i get my ass up early enough on saturday, which post tool-show will be difficult since kimberly bailed and i had to get another date and it just happens to be someone i tend to hang out LATE with…leggy….brunette….named “JUNIOR” (gotcha)..that little pit might make it a threesome of pups in this household if she’s still there) but again, i digress….no wait, actually i DON’T, since this piece clearly has NO running theme and is just me babbling to say i wrote something today…