Sitting here waiting for my tummy to settle after my breakfast of pills and other chemicals. These last few days I just haven’t felt my best (if there is such a thing). Last night I was bombarded by another series of strange and troublesome dreams, followed by a foggy/lightheaded morning. As I probe my soul I think it’s again about the stress of money and getting the damn bills paid. While I’m sure many of you are now saying, “So what else is new?”, believe me I wholeheartedly agree.
But outside the window the sun is shining, but I can see the heavy layer of humidity hanging around. So despite the perfect picture view, I know what awaits me out there. So as I belch up the remaining layers of chemical residue from my belly. I’m not looking forward to the rest of the day. After moving a little cash around (AKA: Rob Peter to pay Paul) I got the past balance due paid on the rent. I made damn sure I got printed receipts and conformation numbers (cause I now trust these people as far as I can throw them). Still despite the F’d up management system we currently have, but at least they ain’t lied to my face. Threaten, maybe. But they haven’t lied…yet.
Forgive me for my piss poor attitude, but after staring at a lifetime of broken promises, can you blame me for being a little leery? Still this is the best place we have ever lived…ever. So I’ll try and control my suspicions till the other shoe drops. But my wife seems to be very happy and my friends in bigger towns tell me for what we got, we’re getting a hell of a deal. So I’ll finish this rant by saying, “Life is nothing but a shit sandwich, and you got to take a bite out of it every day” – Russel Moore. God rest Russes soul, for no truer words were ever spoken.
But outside the window the sun is shining, but I can see the heavy layer of humidity hanging around. So despite the perfect picture view, I know what awaits me out there. So as I belch up the remaining layers of chemical residue from my belly. I’m not looking forward to the rest of the day. After moving a little cash around (AKA: Rob Peter to pay Paul) I got the past balance due paid on the rent. I made damn sure I got printed receipts and conformation numbers (cause I now trust these people as far as I can throw them). Still despite the F’d up management system we currently have, but at least they ain’t lied to my face. Threaten, maybe. But they haven’t lied…yet.
Forgive me for my piss poor attitude, but after staring at a lifetime of broken promises, can you blame me for being a little leery? Still this is the best place we have ever lived…ever. So I’ll try and control my suspicions till the other shoe drops. But my wife seems to be very happy and my friends in bigger towns tell me for what we got, we’re getting a hell of a deal. So I’ll finish this rant by saying, “Life is nothing but a shit sandwich, and you got to take a bite out of it every day” – Russel Moore. God rest Russes soul, for no truer words were ever spoken.
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