DADDY sez...

And water under pressure: shoots out in all directions. The energy makes itself known; it can't help but do that.

just what it does is all.

While walking to the hardware store to get pieces/parts, my cheap rubber 99¢ slippers break. So I go back home to put on my shoes. On my way back I purposely walked on lawns to feel the cool blades of grass on my feet. So bitchen.

So, the washing machine is all set in it's new area with "in progress" afro-engineered hookups. Obsessing over little details. Making it all good. Mental note to replace the garden hose feed with a custom "single-wire" high-pressure hose. I can see the Chinky Chinese-made garden hose busting and thrashing about like a snake as it douses the whole place with a couple gallons or more of water. That would be BAD. A Mil-Spec industrial part rated to 1500 PSI would be proper engineering over-kill.

Meanwhile on the other side of the apartment, what happens? The kitchen sink backs up. nice.

Liquid Plummer sort of worked.

Gonna pour some more in. If that don't work completely I get to pull the trap and snake the pipe in the morning. Yay for me and my Fun-With-Water.

I had this uncomfortable emotionally-torn feeling in the late afternoon. Talked to a friend about something that didn't at first seem odd; seemed perfectly harmless. But after thinking about the situation for a half hour I got all weirded out.

It had to do with the potential of hurt feelings in someone as a consequence to something I had the opportunity to do. Now, what I was gonna do was likely to be a heck of a lot of fun. But then I put myself mentally in this person's space, and I started feeling really bad.

fuck.

I've heard it said (fucking repeatedly ad nauseum guru fuckin parrot-like) by "enlightened" folks that there is no right or wrong, good or bad. Well, fuckin YES there is right-wrong/good-bad and there's 6 billion versions of it. We all have a set of personal values which may or may not coincide with another person's values.

A part of my Value System: if I do something that I know would cause distress in someone, especially someone I love, I'm gonna do my best to NOT DO that thing. Most of the time anyway.

"Thinking" is fucked up. "Feeling" is worse. They make you do things in particular ways. fuckin stupid ass shit.

fuck it. it don't mean nuthin'.

I've run 4 loads through "Washy"... 2 more rinse cycles to go 'til ALL the dirty laundry in the place is done.

I'm a good bitch.

For what? Just for the fuck of it, that's what.

Blah fuckin muthafukkin blah. next.

it don't mean nuthin.
it don't mean nuthin.
it don't mean nuthin.
fuckit