So as of post-lunch today, PeeKay sits at 23,800 words, and I’m still plugging away at my various elevator pitches.

Who would have thought so few words would require so much effort. I’m talking about the pitches of course.

When I was a youngster, around the age of five, I would flip my bicycle over so that its wheels pointed up towards the sky. I would then spin the pedal so the back wheel would engage and spin for no good reason. While this was going I would shout out “Ice cream. Ice cream. Read all about it.”

Nobody said I was a bright child.

Ever since I started writing I’ve been hesitant about sharing my works with the wife. I call it a defensive measure on my part. Why? Well in my life I have found that of those I’ve laid my trust with would then turn around and betray me with said knowledge. For instance, when I was young and would confide in my mother my mother would turn around and use whatever it was against me at a future time. My aunt did this as well. My first wife did this as well. Even my current wife, earlier in our relationship, had this habit.

For example… when I first got together with my current wife, the dating years, I would give an admission on my part….lets say the use of the word ‘Divorce’ affected me like nails on a chalkboard. Hey what can I say, I’m a gullible fool. So anyway as time went on and the honeymoon stage comes to an end, my new wife and I would get into a fight, she would turn around and stop dropping the use of this lethal ‘D’ word.

It turned into her go to word whenever she couldn’t mentally concoct an intelligent response. It was in a sense her specialized version of an F-bomb that affected only me. It took counseling, a good number of mental scabs forming and subsequent ripping off of said scabs, and a good amount of time until she finally learned to respect the ‘us’ enough not to go atomic at the drop of a hat.

Where am I going with this…?

Nobody said I was a bright person.

I remember now. Choosing to get butthurt over things. My mom recently contacted my wife over facebook messenger saying how I never took the time to contact her and basically don’t include her in any part of my life.

A few weeks ago I posted a phrase which was ‘It is a parents job to do the best they can and it is a child’s job to forgive them.’ I took that to heart and would like to think I try to live by that. At the same time, I would like to follow the mantra ‘Forgive is easy, forget never.’ Every time I go to visit my mother at her house she asks me if I would like some coffee. I am 45 years old and have never once drank a single cup of coffee. She has yet to pick up on something as personal as this. Every time I visit she learns new things about me such as ‘oh you don’t drink coffee?’ Mind you this isn’t the only thing she learns upon each time I visit but it’s kind of getting old for me. She has her own reality and there is nothing I can do to break through it. At this point, did I mention I was 45? And that I don’t like coffee? I tend to forget such little things, I’ve come to determine these things just aren’t worth my energy.

I have elected to no care enough to want to get butthurt over this kind of stuff…or at least I keep trying to tell myself this little lie 😛  (Memories can’t be ignored, only suppressed. Wow, I’m feeling a bit like my mother right now.)

I’m not sure what the focus of this was other than to say you have your reality and I have mine. If you believe yourself to be a unicorn who only tries to do the right thing while others only take advantage of you then I can’t stop that. Go ahead. I’m going to be this guy here…

Yes, that is the real me…fat and old… “READ ALL ABOUT IT!”

I bought tickets to the Studio Movie Grill’s showing of Deadpool for tonight a few weeks ago. I’ve been more excited about this movie than for Star Wars -NO KIDDING.

Guess who is sick, who is coming down with something, and who now has pinkeye?

Got something done 🙂

I’m mentally still tired but have been still plugging away at my PK story. Right now I’m at 20,300 overall.

I think part of my mental tiredness has to do with the wife.

Random joke which has (wink-wink) nothing to do with the wife…

Everyone should know what tourette syndrome is, right? If not its when a person can’t stop cursing. 

What would you call somebody who can’t stop complaining… Ah I know… a bitch.

Okay I take back what I said earlier about having done 3,000 words and the day still isn’t over. My motivation is taking a serious sleepy dive thanks to this flipping 3 week old cold. I’m done. No more for today. Yes waiter? I will take one extra large serving of apathy to go…what? Yes, that does sound interesting. I believe I will take it in suppository form. Thank you very much.

Now if you will excuse me my impending face plant into the palms of my hands is waiting…

Calgon +1

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That means today I have done… %&*90)4$ (carry the goat) $$#$@$ = 3,000 words today.

Nice.

The day isn’t over either.

I got another 600 words in last night which brings my daily total up to 4,400. Not bad if I do say so myself. Today being the 11th I have 1,300 done on the train ride in which puts my overall total now at 16,900.

Yippie Skipper 🙂

Yippie!

I love writing 🙂

Of course who knows if it’s any good :p

I got through my “I want a brownie” and “…and a small orange drink” bits. I don’t know how well the humor gets translated out of my SQUIRREL mind down to the paper and into other carbon units gray matter but one can only try…and burn up in a pilar of flames into the side of mountainous brownie.

-Rolling rolling rolling…keep those Fats a Rolling… (humed to the tune of Rawhide by the Blues Brothers)…tootles