I've Got Blues

"Sometimes the bar eats you."

-The Big Lebowski

After flying pretty high for the beginning of the week, I'm now a little down. C'mon, life isn't all about just fun, fun, fun til Daddy takes the T-bird away. Instead, Monday's about excess rain. Tuesday's about the flooding after the rain where a small dog had to paddle through the portion draining out of the lake. Wednesday is finding out that you need a new radiator for the car because the damn thing is leaking. Can't a pathetic white boy get a break, yo?

So, I'm sitting here sipping on some sort of 10% juice thing by Minute Maid. While others hit the bottle to make TV watching a little bit smoother, I'm off in my own sort of la-la land drinking something I normally don't drink. It's always about the 100% juice because it's healthier. Oh, who am I kidding!?! I left my damn Coronas at Sara's apartment.

Thankfully, I have a dad that understands cars. Watching him outside working on the radiator makes me wonder if maybe he does care more about me than I thought. Yeah, I'm his blood and all that but we rarely talk, etc. So what is it that something like this has him springing to his feet and helping? Even if I really wish he'd put more effort on fixing his health. Watching someone eat all day bothers me a lot.

I know. I revealed it before as to why I have a major problem with obesity. Why don't people care about themselves a bit more? There are those that are close to these people that constantly eat themselves to death. Heart attacks? I've come home to find my dad being taken away in an ambulance. Beat that, fucker.

Fact: Did you know I have to work out thanks to my own heart issues? In my old blog, I admitted to having a very serious problem with cholesterol clogging me up if I don't do some sort of activity. What better motivation than death?

Hoping I get to Indiana this weekend. I'm thinking that Sara's email entails she is not wanting to do the hiking, canoeing, and various activities at a friend's farm located just under 2 hours away. Me, too. While I don't have any major issues with being outside, now is not the time thanks to 90 degrees coming on strong. Some of us like to smell good. If it were 50-60 degrees, count me in. I'm all for the possibility of someone being insane enough to skinnydip at such a temperature.

Funny. Right now I realize how my dad and I seem to both have this tendency to do something. I mean, we HAVE TO have something to do or we become bored. Many can veg out on the couch. I'm wandering around or taking out trash or even vacuuming. The sight of a man vacuuming is porn to women.

So, that's the human side of me tonight. It's either Wednesday or Thursday that I get kind of down. If I didn't have a girlfriend to curl up next to at night, there would be a case of venom spitting out of this mouth and onto this blog.

And this is where I leaveth you. One of the coolest things in the world is seeing row of guys sitting together and waiting for work to start. In comes a girl with a fine ass. All eyes go to her bottom as she walks away. High-fives all around. Ladies know the power of a good booty. My own dog has issues with me since she is very sensitive about trimming the hair around her feet. It's almost like I hurt her feelings because 5-Pound Phooey wanted nothing to do with me afterwards. After much nudging and me tugging her ears with my mouth, she came back.