weirdnesses

this all began saturday morning when I was chopping onions...fellow club member gets cellphone call and remarks, "Bob's eyeball fell out, I have to go..." with the sort of nonchalance that such a comment definitely does not bring with it...HUH? I thought
then yesterday a 5 am call when I'm snoring my deepest snores, "need your help" voicemail as in to vaccuum and so forth so I think 'when I wake up' but no it's an urgent call prompted by extreme pain..and I only got that after some discussion with the party in question...so, fogs big time in and my usual fren...who can't move around much without shuffling...has 'loaned money' to someone who's now taking care of the household chores so my little bit of scratch has developed its own flea...again I should say, this has happened before and maybe the fren will be bitching about how the loanee has not done her duty and that's why the house is a wreck (she wouldn't be doing the dishes, the shuffler)...anyways...don't know what to do about all of this, try to remain above it and get my art show on the walls and remain calm and so on and so forth but when you sit in church every sunday with the actual perpetrator good ol mickey mouse himself with glasses and a fat butt and a puss well...why not, so I thought so I did...
anyways, I'm outta here for now...back to this another time maybe friday afternoon dunno...time's short, have to make supper for the painer... 

went to see the hugger again

yep..I did and my darn car broke down right at the old Wilson house just before the Hoko Bridge so that was a bummer...going to see Gary F about it right now, see what's the diagnosis...always worry about that because my funds are so limited but it has to be what it has to be...that's the way the cookie crumbles and so on...I guess I don't know what I'm doing in terms of being realistic about 'the hugger'...he really holds me tight and he's so hampered in his ability to communicate himself...ah..he was the darling when he got in yesterday...I was early..and he popped in the bedroom in his Hawaii print shirt, blue and white very very handsome...and I think he has the personality to go with it but that darn Hollywood ethic thing going, it's really tiresome...so anyway...we did waht we did and he fed me some excellent salmon dip...late in the night while we watched the television..says his cable is off because he isn't paying bills because he hasn't caught any fish...I suspent thats a CT thing...like the little putz sitting outside the VC today...interfering with the smooth operation of things because he's been 'rattled'...we'll see...off to see Gary now..I'll miss FOJ tonight because haven't any wheels and hopefully I get them back...soon...meanwhile...what it is is what it is...
sigh...I guess I love this guy and he's going to marry me...when we get hollywood off our backs...hehe