Death Disco
Banned
Do you like living?
Very much so.
Do you like living?
This made me smile.Do you like living?
I was only joking. Death threats are a bit much...
March 7th is my Grandma and Grandpa's 65th Wedding Anniversary. Problem is they were married twice so they can't figure out if it's 65 or 66 years. THey fell in love and eloped in Arizona where minors could get married then, then they came back and had a proper wedding when all the family uproar wore off, but they can't remember which anniversary it is. I thought I'd get them a classic symbolic gift but I'm pretty sure blue sapphire is not in my budget. I think I'll draw a picture of a blue sapphire instead.
Old people are funny.My grandma wasnt keen on my dad and he loved to wind her up about it.She preferred my ma's first hubby-she said my dad wasn't fit to lace his boots and referred to him as "that Scotch bastard"
Did you correct her on her poor choice of language. Pretty sure Scotch refers only to the drink. The people, scum as they are, are called Scottish. Or Addicts.
I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday,a little old guy called Jack,he was 75 the last time I asked him.He's a bit touchy-feely if you get my drift,always trying it on.I told him he was a bit too old for me and he replied "Billy,the older the wine,the sweeter the taste"
Awwwwwww, give the old coot a thrill he'd never forget.
Hmm.I suppose if he took his teeth out and I closed my eyes....
So today I took a stroll around downtown LA and either the city/my subconscious/God or my other half made a funny joke that I'll sum up in English instead of detailing the boring pieces that got to the punchline. As I walked around taking in the old skyscrapers and city life, I thought, "Something about this is very familiar. I could totally see myself living in the city." THen I did that thing I always do where I peek into windows of apartments (even though they were real high up)and imagine living in them. How I'd get the groceries up the elevator, where's I'd park, the logistics of walking the dog, if the lady at the corner market would come to know me and have my order ready...stupid dreamy stuff. Then at dinner the busboy kept laughing and smirking as I sat there reading my book while eating dinner. Then I read a portion where one of the characters couldn't go hunting because he was too loud.
THen I got it. I could never live in a condo. Lol. It was funny.
What's a busboy?
Hmm.I suppose if he took his teeth out and I closed my eyes....