Just in case you were wondering, or even if you weren't …
… I specifically didn't mention the fact that M. WADE Shittitsgoogol just had it 42,000th birth-event commemoration. At this point in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Nineteen, all I have to say is to FRIG IT and its beloved Crow Creature (D - Tool) ("BITCH, I KNOW PEOPLE!! I TAKE YOU DOWN! CAW! CAW!").
What a total, stupid, pointless, existential waste was that dumbass affair. Another demi-god that turned out to be equal to a pile of dogshit … The kind with those big-ass green flies buzzing around it in hot sunlight.
Guess I need a new Horus, with the emphasis on hor.
As it is, this time of year is a shitty one for me with a tendency for bad things to happen. Oh, yes, and speaking of bad things, I should note that my attempted "rapprochement" with Amoral Lyrebirds, Heathen Satyrs, and Dark-Time Predacious Ones all totally failed in the following timeframes: 6 months, 2 months, and 2 weeks, respectively.
But I'm totally fine with that. The good thing about pushing 50 and being on your own is that you don't need to chase after ANYBODY, much less those who are so pernicious, indifferent, and/or toxic to your wellbeing.
It's hard enough living in this City of God -- avoiding the D.C. urban male rageholics who think they can terrorize your existence by sheer force of their ultimately impotent rage -- without having "friends" like that. But that topic is for another entry.
No, Chester, I haven't forgotten your Oklahoma / Texas / New Mexico boundary tour and my promised entry. Except WHY would anyone want to go to Oklahoma?? I'd rather be stranded on Mars. In the meantime, would you please make yourself useful and get my BETROTHED, BIG Y'EYEMAH, a COKE, PLEASE??
OK, I'm going back to bed for a few more hours.
Good night. And good morning.