YAWN...lip smack, lip smack...

 Welp, guess I'll go to bed, now...

Facebook Dissection...when I get to it...

I ain't drunk, but I'm drinkin'...

...and I am stoned, so I don't know how this will turn out.  I mean, I made four typing mistakes in the first semi-sentence, alone.  That's too much work for some old retired asshole like me.  So, if that continues, I won't be at this long.  Mauybe wjat I shojuld do is just leave the mistakes in, like that, so you can show your kids what not to be when they grow up.  Nope, that offends my delicate sensibilities along with my ego, so that's out. 

This puts me in a bit of a quandary. I mean, when I'm stoned, I get very yammery, always good when you're blogging.  On the other hand, it annoys me to no end when I make typos and then have to correct them.  Oh, sure, sure, I could just keep typing, ignore the errors, and come back tomorrow or when I'm done with a particular post...but, truthfully (why would I lie?) I can't do that. The errors just keep eating at me...and I end up having to correct them.  I guess we'll see what happens.

It's not widely known, but I've never tried Indian food. 

I've wanted to for a long time.  There are lots of Indians and Pakistanis around here, so there are lots of their restaurants around, too, small to big, but, somehow, I've never gotten into one.  It's sad, really. I've never tasted a curry, for example.  You may be axing yourself right about now, "What does this have to do with Facebook, ace?"  "Nothing," would be my answer, were you to actually pose that question to me.  I told you I yammer when I'm stoned, and I've been smoking off and on...mostly on...since about five this afternoon, so damned near anything might come out of my fingers.

Speaking of fingers, lots of Indians eat with their fingers.  (They aren't the only ones who eat that way, lots of third world countries' people eat with their fingers, but we happen to be talking about Indian food at the moment.  Why don't you fucking pay attention? How would that be?)  Yeah...you can fuck that shit, as far as I'm concerned.  I don't like eating with my fingers.  Sammiches are usually ok, unless they are all juicy and leaky. Hamburgers and hot dogs, same thing.  If they don't drip and get sloppy, if all I have to do is hold onto the bun, we're good. Other than that, knife and fork, please.  Yes, yes, yes...Jesus... I DO eat chicken with a knife an fork. I often eat pizza that way, too, depending on how greazy and cheese-sloppy it is. If I can just grab  a dry piece of crust, that works for fingering. (Jesus, that's a fucked up sentence. Oh, well, you didn't pay to read this stupid shit. It doesn't have to be good.)

But, if anyone thinks I'm going to eat rice with a bunch or sloppy shit on it, or grab hunks of meat or veggies or ANYTHING with my fingers, they have another think  coming.  Fuck that.  Ain't gonna happen, not here, not in India (where I would dearly love to go.)  Not anywhere.

Oh, shit...I don't know how to get this left justified.  See? This is what happens when you do drugs...

Ok, I did figger it out.

Fly...

Actually, I'm kinda glad I was forced off FB for a while...THIRTY DAYS, ASSHOLE!

 

...um...

Well, would you just look at the time!  Normally, this is the time I read and listen to music, posting what I'm listening to on FB, for some reason.  Why I do that I'm not sure.  (The posting, not the listening or reading.)  I began doing it some time ago, and though very few people ever listen to the crap, I've continued doing it because...well, because I'm very easily habituated. Once I begin doing something and it feels comfortable to me, I normally continue doing it until I don't want to any more or until I feel stupid about whatever it is.

What's my point?  It should be obvious to the most casual observer. I'm gonna build a cup of coffee, blast some blues thru my head, and read...and now and then pretend I'm on FB and bleat out some stupid shit.

For now, listen to this.  I'll be back...probably...that's a link right below this...CLICK!

You people DO like Nemeh, right?

This must be elder abuse...

 

Hello? HELLO?

Anyone out there?  I don't see how anyone could be, since I just invented this silly thing.  Still, I have to begin some kinda way, you know?  

Welp, I've been bounced from Facebook once again. I wish I had kept track of how many times I've been put in FB prison. I must hold some kind of record. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just one of many assholes being culled from the FB herd.  Apparently, when a hugely fat Negress tells you you're an ugly racist, a "methed" (the bitch can't spell) and "I hope you die soon," apparently asking how much she weighs and if she has to be weighed on a grain scale is "bullying."  Maybe I shouldn't have added "Mooooo..." but it's too late to worry about that now.

I'll be back, I have to pee. I also have to urinate, so I'm going to do them both at the same time. That's efficiency right there...