creepy old eastie

So I was finishing off my day, and decided to read kj’s blog. Understand that I feel like a character in some alternate, older, Judy Blume universe these days because of a lot of things I won’t get into, but was having a decent day. Then I read kj’s post.

It’s nice to know that I’m officially “creepy old”, which kinda opened some sluices in my mind.


I got censored. And I’m feeling like shit because of the giftof a cold my nephew probably gave me. And I’m tired. And I’m fat. And I forgot to eat dinner. And the fucking delivery men stripped the threads of one of the legs on my brand new couch. And I wanted to play ulty and run but can’t because my foot hurts so much I can’t walk properly, which in turn is screwing up my knee. And I don’t want to hear about Christmas. And I wish the fine, upstanding students who covered my driveway with broken glass at 4am this morning would hurry the hell up and flunk out. And I don’t understand why the only person who knows how to fix the self-serve cashes at home despot is operating a till at the other end of the store. And yes I was pissed when I got stood up last week by a good friend, and I still am a little. And of course every coffee table I saw in the catalog this weekend that I liked was discontinued.

And… and… and… it’s been that kinda day, and there was nary a beer to be had. I tried to rectify that, but was thwarted by the hordes of Asians filling up the parking lot trying to get to the new uber ethnic grocery that shares a parking lot with the Beer Store I was trying to get to, to the point the lot was impassable… I then understood it was time to sit on the couch and watch tv, which I did.

At least I finished painting my living room.

4 thoughts on “creepy old eastie

  1. My brother-in-law said the same thing last night.

    I pointed out that if he was to hit on a 17-year-old, he *would* be creepy old.

    If you ask me, it’s more like “creepy young.” I mean, she actually had a prepared answer!

  2. _creepy_ old.. is when ur old..however, u act like you’re still young.. but young as if still in ur era.

    what was cool in one’s childhood is no longer cool with today’s youth. hence, creepy!

  3. Kev, yer not creepy old…yer just creepy.

    And I’ll buy you the beer– pick a day and let me know. 🙂

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