Bumble, had a rumble, then I fumbled down the stairs

Life. It's all about relaxing. Either the act of or the things that get in the way. For some people relaxing comes naturally. The younger, generally the easier. But other people just get too worked up over the simple things and they become burdened by so many small choices that they feel trapped.

Most of what people do is so that they can finally relax one day. I don't want to have to be 75 with both hips replaced and all the other joints going out. Why wait? I'm not saying quit your job and go buy a hammock. Well, I can of am saying that. Get the kind that is all cloth. The intertwined rope ones hurt if you lay on it without a shirt. But really. The job. Drop it. And let me have it. Obviously you want to relax more than go to work. So I decide we switch. And you should believe me. I'm better at doing the math than you.

I'm a little pissed at automobile racing. I think it is one of the biggest culprits for all the wrong things that happen on the roads. First. I don't condone the use of all the fuel. What are you doing with it? Going in circles. But you say, "Oh but they are going really fast." To that I say fuck that. Speed up people running. Not only are the participants generally fair, but it doesn't stress on people that they have to get somewhere the fastest that they can. Nascar has to be one of the worst. The drivers hit each others cars and pit crew when they are stopping in. That's just stupid. This brings me to my next point. Okay, so maybe, maybe, automobile racing is a sport, a boring one, but the drivers definitely aren't athletes. Do they train by sitting in a chair all day?

Ladies and gentlemen, eyes on that prize,
the horrorscope:

It'll be brilliantly beautiful outside (but what does that actually mean? You could say that about anything). Your energy will hum (again man, you aren't actually saying anything concrete). Something will go right for you today (now that's just vague). But don't go to the bank today, because there will be a robbery and you'll by the hostage he takes home, and it turns out that he's also a murderer, so you'll be done for sure and kept in a freezer in pieces for a while (now that's more like it: concrete).

Well that's it for now. I'll keep my eyes open for something else to piss me off. Until then, folks. Major Mediocre is signing off. Just hope the next blog isn't about you...

threats are commonplace to me,
LQ