go out?...

what, just because it is saturday night?... but i got no body, baby (can't actually say i got no money, honey, but i am feeling the pinch quite hard with paying for precious's rent and extras for what is it?... seven, eight, nine months now?... and i gave her $500 on the 3rd (her rent is $360) and on the 6th or 7th she's asking for another $20... where's poppa? is right), but anyway, it's the head cold situation kicking my butt... the game is keeping my mind off it, especially keeping my mind off the snacking i tend to love to do physically and emotionally when i am feeling sick in da head cuz it seems to comfort me even if it increases congestion... feed a cold starve a fever, or whatever...

old wives had some fucked up tails (shhhh, the sheepish grin should let me get away with that... not to mention the deeper literary and cultural references for the intellectual crowd... or else the continuation of babble as it it never happened), but who are we to be telling tales to old wives, anyway (oh right, bring that up again... and if you are not sufficiently confused yet, well, go west young man, and then east and then south and then north and then south and then north and then south then rock back and forth and if you don't get to feeling like a yo-yo in rock the cradle formation, then you just didn't do it right)...

and we expect any less personal intrusion and confession on saturday night?... come on, most of the world gets drunk and tells their secrets to momentary intimates in and out of beds on this illustrious night of the week, me, i play games and babble, or one or the other... tonight, both, and all by myself, no less...

except for the breathing problem, it's so much fun :)