Uck The Passage of Time
The F key fails. Sometimes I notice odd words in my writing. I then go back and and hit the F key with orce and intent on the spot where it failed me. (there you go)
This being the most exciting occurrence of the long weekend so far, indicates a total failure on my part for a Plan B.
Well, not entirely true, I watched Lost in Translation and I liked it even more this time around. I was chasing it at Video Ezy for a few weeks, a movie this old is never out. -hmmm another mystery- I said to myself as I picked up the change and walked away. I didn't say more. I am maintaining the incognito.
Maybe as I grow closer in age to Bill Murray's character, I can recognize the hollow state of mind as familiar. His situation seemed more dignified by his career, a fallen star is still a star, and being paid 2 million dollars for a few ludicrous whiskey ads, keeps him apart from the more ordinary midlife crisis cruisers of suburbia who would need to sell their Hyundai to buy a sushi lunch in Japan.
As I drink another glass of Pepsi Max, I wonder if a shot of stoicism will dimmed the apocalyptic demise of ones own life, or maybe after 40, once a week, we should begin screaming in horror from the tallest tree in the block "I dont want to die! please give me all the years back, I promise I, (pause) I...well I guess i'd do the same" but I want to do it more, maybe a replay. Today's sunny afternoon didn't have to set. oh the passage of time...Uck the passage of time.
This being the most exciting occurrence of the long weekend so far, indicates a total failure on my part for a Plan B.
Well, not entirely true, I watched Lost in Translation and I liked it even more this time around. I was chasing it at Video Ezy for a few weeks, a movie this old is never out. -hmmm another mystery- I said to myself as I picked up the change and walked away. I didn't say more. I am maintaining the incognito.
Maybe as I grow closer in age to Bill Murray's character, I can recognize the hollow state of mind as familiar. His situation seemed more dignified by his career, a fallen star is still a star, and being paid 2 million dollars for a few ludicrous whiskey ads, keeps him apart from the more ordinary midlife crisis cruisers of suburbia who would need to sell their Hyundai to buy a sushi lunch in Japan.
As I drink another glass of Pepsi Max, I wonder if a shot of stoicism will dimmed the apocalyptic demise of ones own life, or maybe after 40, once a week, we should begin screaming in horror from the tallest tree in the block "I dont want to die! please give me all the years back, I promise I, (pause) I...well I guess i'd do the same" but I want to do it more, maybe a replay. Today's sunny afternoon didn't have to set. oh the passage of time...Uck the passage of time.
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