At 7 o'clock this morning a car pulled down our driveway, an angry woman exited, knocked on our door and demanded that I hand over Gina. It was obvious she had the wrong guy, wrong place, wrong everything. I told her so. She tried to push past me and get into the house but I assured her that wasn't going to happen. She ranted and raved, called out Gina! Gina! a dozen times and refused to leave. I finally told her I was going back to bed and she refrenzied all over again, imagining, I suppose, that it meant I was going back to Gina! Gina! I shut the door, locked it and went back to sleep. 20 minutes later, more insistent knocking, This time I open the front door to an RCMP officer. God, the whole thing is rehashed. The cop and the Gina hunter leave together. I shut the door. Too late to go back to bed. Once again, does this shit only happen to me?
May 4, 2021
Here's something you can do with your cell phone. Take a video of yourself at whatever age you are now and tell yourself about your hopes and dreams. Then save that video and view it in a year. Then make another video commenting on the first one and how that panned out or didn't. Then restate your hopes and dreams and watch that video in another year. Repeat until you've either had enough or you're dead. You will eventually have a nifty chronicle of your hopes and dreams through the ages and how that manifested itself, changed completely or dropped by the wayside as you moved through your life. As a bonus, you'll get to see yourself physically change through the years.
May 5, 2021
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If I have to see that commercial one more time, you know the one, we all know the one
I'm gonna do a Ricky Ricardo and esplode!