The Blog Of No Return

Not much going at the moment. I was thinking about people singing in the car. You ever do that? I tend to think everyone has if they've had a car of their own. It's odd though, after a few seconds of singing in my car, I start looking in the rearview mirror, getting all self-conscious like somebody might have snuck into the backseat just to hear me make a fool of myself. So I check and there's nobody there --obviously. I've got some kind of screw loose, that's for sure. Even if there were some music critic lying down in the backseat of my car, why the hell should I care what he or she thinks of my singing voice?? Have some self respect honky, that's what I tell myself. Yep.

Destitute broke
in the altogether
phone off the hook
and under the bed

Roads lead backwards
out of sight
underpaid overblown
switched off above ground

Metal hands forged for an afterlife

I take my coffee with three packets of sugar and a bunch of milk. I wonder if the diabetes will get me before the coronary?

Hey, you know what? I bet if Lobster People from Space ever conquer us, they probably won't eat us with drawn butter. Whose idea was that anyway, dunking seafood in melted cow lactation? What a stupid thing to do. Yes, I do it too most of the time. What am I gonna do, waste all that tasty butter they give you? That would be like not wearing that awesome bib that comes with lobster. I suppose I could chug the butter like a shot. But then we're back to the hardened artery thing.