Let it be known that I must not be counted among those who would assail Bill for the content of his bloggings. His prose is exactly the stuff that makes me want to keep sucking air day after day. It is high time that others step forth to bear the mantle of superior wordsmithery. If Mr. Cameron should bemoan the state of his existence whilst waxing so beautifully poetic, I, for one, shall not take issue.
Thursday, May 25, 2000
Been quite a while since I have posted, so I better get on the stick or Huffman's gonna start whining again. The coolest thing going on right now is my impending trip to the Garden of the Gods in southern Illinois with Mr. Springer. We're gonna take advantage of the long weekend and get away for a spell. I haven't ever been there, but it looks like it should be a good trip. Had a job interview at Fairview Elementary the other day. Kindo' strange in that they seem interested in me, but hardly asked me any questions. I probably spoke for only 15-20% of the interview, which for me is quite succinct. I think the combination of a Y chromosome and a Special Ed. license pretty much do the trick, which I can't say makes me feel that great. I would like to believe that people want to hire me because of my work and my record. Go figure. What is Liz gonna do if the Pacers and the Blazers go head to head in the finals? I am probably getting ahead of myself. I wish our cats weren't such good bird hunters, except when they kill the Starlings.
How about this: Smokers need to recognize that cigarette butts are as much litter as a Taco John's wrapper or the shrink-wrap on a new cd. I don't know why smokers think its ok to throw their butts everywhere. I drive down the road and see them throw their butts out the window of their cars. Some actually puts their butts in the car ashtray, only to dump the entire tray out in a parking lot! But worst of all are the bastards who come to my house, drink my beer, eat my food, and dance to music on my stereo, and then leave their stinky ass butts on my porch, in my flower beds, in my yard, and in my garden. I picked up over 30 butts around my house after the party. Absolutely disgusting.
Ok. I am sorry. That came out worse than it should have, but I just don't understand. I was quite a smoker in my day, and I was diligent to the point of exhaustion in making sure that I didn't leave my smoking refuse for others to deal with.
How about this: Smokers need to recognize that cigarette butts are as much litter as a Taco John's wrapper or the shrink-wrap on a new cd. I don't know why smokers think its ok to throw their butts everywhere. I drive down the road and see them throw their butts out the window of their cars. Some actually puts their butts in the car ashtray, only to dump the entire tray out in a parking lot! But worst of all are the bastards who come to my house, drink my beer, eat my food, and dance to music on my stereo, and then leave their stinky ass butts on my porch, in my flower beds, in my yard, and in my garden. I picked up over 30 butts around my house after the party. Absolutely disgusting.
Ok. I am sorry. That came out worse than it should have, but I just don't understand. I was quite a smoker in my day, and I was diligent to the point of exhaustion in making sure that I didn't leave my smoking refuse for others to deal with.
