May 13, 2009
Another freakin’ birthday?!? The number keeps going up, but inside, I still feel the same. The face seems to be aging, I think, and the groans are coming at an increasing rate. I expect soon I’ll be questioning these crazy kids about their hippity-hop music and shaking my head while waxing poetic about the music when I was young. Ya know, the masterpieces by such greats as Wham!, Eddie Murphy, Falco, and Rockwell. I wonder if they’ll play those during exercise time at The Old Cracker Factory. Oh, that’s the place I’ll spend my golden years. It’s for white folks.
May 14, 2009
I have too many CDs. I don’t take care of them like I should. They sit in towering stacks around my computer. Nope, not in cases. Who the hell knows where the cases are? Not I. I have a few scratches on some, but they still play just fine. The only CD I have that skips when I play it is Limp Bizkit, and I haven’t played that thing in years. Well, I have now. After I wrote that, I had to go find it. Still skips, but not during my favorite songs, “Break Stuff” and “Trust?”. Ah, good times.
May 15, 2009
I miss Florida. I haven’t been there for a long time. I forgot what it smells like. I miss the hot sand and rhythmic surf. I reminisce about cute little bungalows and inviting blue swimming pools. I miss the souvenir shops that sell the tackiest items. Their motto must be: Anything is a souvenir as long as it has ‘Florida’ on it. I long for the days of Coppertone, flip-flops, and the sizzling sun. Quickly followed by burning flesh, the chills, and Noxema. Hmm...if I ever make it back to Florida again, I’ll need a hat and some 3000 sunblock.
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