A List, Of Sorts

I should call my dad, but it's hard. He's so sad since mama left and I just don't have the strength to lift him up. I can't make him laugh and there's nothing I can think to say that may get him to look forward to tomorrow. His sweetheart is gone. I have to think of ways to make him more happy but my own valley is wide and deep and dark.

A little dog who shall remain nameless helped himself to the doggie cookie box after someone, who shall also remain nameless, was too clumsy and forgetful to shut the cabinet before leaving today. Said little dog now has a belly ache which will eventually recolor a small section of rug before the night is up. My antibacterial floor cleaner is at the ready and somebody needs a therapeutic belly-rub.

I wish I were in PTown with Tom drinking margaritas and playing that stupid video game and teasing him about that guy who didn't go home.

I wish I had some of RJ's chick'n N dumplins; She hasn't made it in years and I don't think she remembers how.

I have the most magnificent view of a newly blue-lit Prudential Tower from my place in Boston. It's very nice and I could stare at it all night, especially while eating tacos.

Cable is out, what now?

Some guy just called me about a VP job for Wal-Mart. In ARKANSAS!

My ex needs neck surgery. Heehee

Eventually I need to change the masthead on the site. Any suggestions?

People from France and the U.K. are still visiting BadBoyScout on a daily basis. Thank you and, MERCI!

Clocks 'spring forward' this Saturday and I could not care less.

Posted by JD on March 5, 2008 5:53 PM