Get yer yayas

[riff]

My only thing today is playing with my kitty.

Life is great, ain't it?

 

[Dillinger]

Fuck you Mr. Vacation Man.

No rest for this weary working man. *sigh*

And be careful when putting that string of consonants together (ya and ya) - you might accidently summon the asshole.

 

[riff]

it's just consonants.

If I said USSR would it worry you?

 

[Dillinger]

Hell yeah. I'd have to duck under my desk for the rest of the day.

 

[sunstruck]

People with summer vacations piss me off. I live in a tourist trap. The idea of taking a day off after Memorial Day and before Halloween is rediculous. I tried it once, my boss laughed so hard he popped something internal and I had to work overtime while he was in recovery.

But at least it's raining.

 

[desert spike]

I'm jealous

I've haven't had a Summer Vacaton - Ever

Worked for parents in high school during summer
Worked for US Forest Service during summer breaks at College, fire fighter
Then joined the working class after graduation.

I'm just plain tired of working, I guess.

What are the winning powerball numbers tonite.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

 

[riff]

Orlando?
St. Augustine?
Key West?

I miss home.

 

[freescorfr]

I have one chore today which does not equate well with the joy you have in playing with your kittie.

I am handing the family finances over to my wife after taking care of them - for 25 years. It's been a strange arrangement since I failed to look at anything in all my drinking years, but they have worked well enough.
I have learned that quality of life is almost independent of quantity of income - after a certain point, which is much lower than I would have believed. Money is such a myth, like work.

I'm in the process of deciding whether to ask for a ridiculously low allownace for the next month and become a monk,
or the maximum and live it up, or the monk's allowance and stash away a whack first. Or just be honest and negotiate.

Everyone advises me to see a lawyer.

I'll make my mind up on the spur of the moment as usual. It's the advice in the Gospels - think not what you are going to say in advance...........

 

[sunstruck]

Orlando?
St. Augustine?
Key West?

I miss home.

Is this to me?

No
No
No

 

[riff]

Free-

Give in. Go see a lawyer. I suggest a ruthless one (see? I learn)

After a few hours of play with the "Cat Charmer" the beloved one snoozes in my lap.