serve me with a smile

i felt happy yesterday because the sun was shining and the law served me with papers

happy not because of being served…that’s never fun, but because the person who brought the charge was sneaky or confused or desperate enough that they lied and then swore to it and signed it and i don’t know if they realize, but i can easily disprove the falsehood they have sworn to. hell, i even have documentation from the state i can use to do so, and while i’d rather hit myself in the head with a piece of wood than waste time on court and lawyers and law, i was pretty relieved to see that i won’t be the one coming out of this one looking stupid and i don’t know what it is about people lately coming after me in public using lies i think this person thinks i’m the same now as when they met me (about 23 years ago?), when i’d just throw papers like that away and refuse to legitimize them with worry or action, but they are in for a wake-up

i hate when fools smoke cigarettes outside my window. hate cigarette smoke in my face when i’m not in the mood for it. these people are like forty or fifty or one hundred feet from my window. and yet, the twist of ammonium cyanide snakes right up and into my room. ugh. to think i started smokin butts at 14. actually, more like 11 if you count those ones i used to pick up from the grass in the park on my walk to school. but i’ve had enough of that particular drug. it’s been over five years i think by now.

i’m going to have to do some more exercise. i’m sitting too much and i need to lose five pounds. it’s the ghostly five pounds that haunts me. doesnt seem like much, but it knows just where to gather to make me unhappy. i wish i had a treadmill. i really do love running out in the world, as the sun comes up. but sometimes you’d rather just sweat in the comfort of your own home. i need a sunmill.