I don't see a thread designed to encapsulate the mindless blather of anything and everything. ... and some mindFULL, mind YOU.
Think of it as a blog that everyone can just add-on to and certainly - respond to.
Sunday mornings are a breeze now. I can totally finish my route by 5 00AM to 6AM. It depends on that damn truck of front page bundles...

I had gone to wal-mart earlier(you know - my second home. Yes, I keel all your potential cracks at my faux-wetbackism), around 7:30-8AM. Had I gone any earlier, I prolly would have ran into this fellow I'm sorta keen on - as far as looks go. He's interested in me - It seems I'll hafta do the initiation. Anyways, he appears the type that could appreciate what I'm all about. All I need to do now is figure out if he's worth my time, as a friend, as a whatever. I cannot just accept ANYONE into my life: )

I went in after shifts changed. Tovah, an old friend of mine was walking along with her two lovers and kiddo towards their vehicle. I cannot believe they are still together. Three may not be a crowd or perhaps they seemed only happy on the surface? In any event, it was a strange exchange. Why? Probably because I had "the fuzzies."

What are the "fuzzies?" This is the first stage of withdrawal from benzodiazepines. Ooooooo, I can't wait to shake this monkey of my back.

On my ending note - I messaged a reviewer on imdb... my favorite reviewer... the reviewer that has reviewed EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN MOVIE I CHOOSE TO WATCH. He's top-notch. So we just sorta fell into swap of the Hindi, Mexican, Czech, and Chinese kind of film. He referred to me as his "kindred spirit." Ha. I didn't even think he'd offer me the time of day. I only messaged him and told him that his work is appreciated and it DOES influence what I watch, sometimes. It's just odd to look up a film - the most obscure of obscure world cinema - and BAM - there he is.

That's all. Estoy cansado, y I must sleep before some family get-together, despues.

yea, this is a good idea....i was kinda using the drunk talk thread for this sorta thing, but it's better that we can differentiate between drunk & sober...although "sober" is a slippery slope around here.

speaking of falling........(from ghost's previous post, i'm not insane)
i got shit hammered last week & fell in the garage...landing on my right hand & bending all of my digits backwards.
my hand is swollen & black & blue under the skin, which is the weirdest thing i've ever seen. i've been hopped up on percocets for days & i've finally run out. today is my first day sans narcotics.
bully for me.
i am still picking morning glory seed pods out of my dreads. they were all over the garage floor & i don't care enough to painstakingly pick them out.
i'm wearing a sling at home cause i've noticed that even though i KNOW i've injured myself...i still make eager attempts to use my right hand, & i keep hurting myself. 
*moron*

F.I.

I kept my mouth shut.

Adam-
I don't really think the guy really wanted recognition beyond just sharing his joy, as you say. He's given me a tremendous list of suggestions, to watch. I'd rather not invite him here. He seems a bit on the conservative side, so far. It's been strictly professional gab on world cinema. You guys would embarrass me. This is my double life, here at SD.

I love those memory-trigger domino effects. Fun fun. Are you on PCP or something? I never don't realize I've hurt myself unless I'm all pill-fucked. When I do find out - it is indeed days later, and I'm lookin at my bruises or open cuts saying "oh, silly me - hehe."

It was iced over the other month. I run my porches(my car to the customer's porch). Well, I had forgotten that it was icey, I ran across this woman's yard and didn't stop once I hit the pavement - landed right on my back. I lied there for about a minute. Luckily, this was at like 4 AM. I almost caught an epic moment on my digi-cam, filming snow outside my house, years ago. It really isn't special.

Your friend is a boob.I once fell forward with two newspapers in my arms. I immediately put my arms out in front of me, giggled, then continued to run.

Joc-
Whatever. Your heart doesn't pump blood, assuming you have one. That's pure alcyhol coursing through your veins. : makes lovey dovey eyes at you:
The rest of your post is pure comedy. The sling is giving me hot ideas 


more rant - I'm seeing the mortician tonight if I get the proper sleep, but I just got a buttload of new flicks I wanna strap-on. Yes, that sentence was full of joke material, and your face is full of puta!

I don't really celebrate birfdays, so I just treated myself to some movies at half price books, then treated myself to some sushi. Yes, I relapsed. I was making the cash register girl anxious, it was so adorable. I cannot help myself - I have a thing for Asian chicks. My confident eye contact was Shirely making her heart skip a beat : )

Seriously, I'm not egotistical. There's a fine line between that and confidence.

If only I wasn't so caught up in questioning myself, I'd pursue someone. Maybe I'm a snob in that respect. But who wants to settle for a lesser personality? I mean, there hasta be an equal out there... around here... somewhere.

if you're lucky i won't be anywhere near you in hell. 

Embarrass you? Us? I should be offended but I am actually proud of statements like that. Also, if you think we'd get a reaction out of this guy, more reason to invite him.

Now, for your initial post there, SW...I'm not sure if I understand it entirely or the point it's trying to make: there's a guy at Wal-Mart you want to fuck, you're weening yourself off benzos, you often ponder this meat-threeway some friends are engaged in, and you have a new found kindred spirit through the universe of IMDB?
I suppose I shouldn't look for a point, and understand that ranting can go in any given direction.

it was a sub after bribing raz with a demonoid pass to get rid of love the cock, this one is sufficient though

You had to bribe one of us, eh?

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely"