Lackadaisical - did I spell that correctly?
Day of the Dead. November One. Halloween over and done; bring on the rest of the holiday nonsense and I will deck the halls. My halls are as decked as they're going to get.
A slightly dead Mercedes, the unknown of what is happening with my TV thang. What? It's been how long since I've been in here? Let me drone.
Got a leg in the door for the next season of The Simple Life. You heard that right. Something as to fat farms and such. The big question presented at the onset of this was "Will you be willing to have a colonic?"
Uh, is there an incentive? No? Well, if I am there and all is going as planned, why not? I can think of loads of reason 'why not,' but really, it'll make for good TV. Yup. I await this. Filming supposedly starts Nov. 6 - the day after my birthday.... am I too old? Whatever.
The paperwork generated by this whole situation is something else. These people doing the casting, production and all, now have more info on me than any other entities to date. All for naught? Hmmmm.
Death. The day is dedicated to such. Boney cold fingers point at life and guffaw. I don't get it, but - stop it, yer killin' me! I still don't get it. When you least expect it is when.
Now?
No. Proceed.
The days are shortened since Sunday. Yes, everyone is painfully aware, but thanks for the reminder. We'll all look at this sometime down the road and think.... think something. Dull hums fill this void. Hmmm.
I am out of it and out of here.
I wonder how the auto is doing? Money with wings flapping away....