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Good Weekend, MyBloggerstown:
Well, the Weather Channel predicted a break in the gloom today but I am beginning to have my doubts (bugg gazes out window only to see big drops of "partly cloudy" splatting against the glass). Sitting here on my big, fat, bum listening to oldies rock (now playing ZZ Top's "La Grange") the soundtrack of my wasted youth.
Maybelleen Meddlemyer, my landlady, called with some sorta good news yesterday. Apparently the old perv who lived in the house next door to the apartment building has been thrown in jail for bar fighting and will remain there for the next two years. That's good news because now I can open my drapes without fear of prying eyes and I can sit out on my back porch and enjoy the warmer weather without him ambling over for a chat which inevitably includes minute details of his sordid love life. Like I wanna get a mental picture of any of that. He's mad as a hatter and I don't know why his kids (yes, he actually found some hard up sad sack to mate with him at one time. She eventually wised up and shit canned his ass, though) don't put him someplace nice (i.e. a nursing home or some such facility). According to Maybelleen, his kids have washed their hands of him which is sad in a way. That Maybelleen. She has her finger on the pulse (and her ear to every keyhole) of the neighborhood. The major news organizations ought to sic her on the presidential candidates if they want to get all the juicy dish. If anyone can find out all the poop about Bill and Hill's latest tax return, or Barack's church attendence or John's physical state, its Maybelleen.
I think I'll call Jethrene later and mebee go have some face time with the babies. I want to spend as much time with them as possible before they are gone forever. Sigh. Plus I need to get out of the house. Sometimes the walls just seem like they're closing in, ya know.
Have a good rest of the weekend, everyone
reguards
yer bored shitless pal
bugg
