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Saturday Morning Pep Talk by Ray Printer Friendly

Saturday morning, early, but not early enough to make me feel like I’m getting a head start on the day. First drink of coffee followed seconds later by the words “Saturday morning.” Wasted an hour watching Spongebob Squarepants. Time wasted, but a good wasted.

Subdued, sedated, not awake enough just yet to throw attitude into things. Thinking about what I want to do with my day, which leads into thinking about what I want to do with my life, which is way too heavy for early on a Saturday morning.

Need to shower, need to clean the kitchen, need to get to the post office to get some CDs mailed to some friends. A friend’s coming over tonight, and I wonder if I should get something for supper or just feed him booze. I have mixers, which is a plus, because he’s one of those people that likes mixed drinks instead of throwing it back raw.

These kinds of thoughts, they’re more my speed this morning. I have to do laundry. I also wanted to get some pictures posted, but I uninstalled my photoshop program because I was going to install a different program, but never got around to it.

Boring stuff, all of this.

Gearing up, because there’s so much potential in the world. Anything could happen today, boys and girls. Anything. Don’t waste it sitting around in your underwear.

When I worked retail, weekends meant nothing, because I always worked them. I envied the people that had weekends off. “If I had the weekends off,” I’d say, “You wouldn’t believe what I would do with them. I used to have the weekends off, you know—totally took it for granted.”

I have the weekends off again, and to tell you the truth, I’m still pretty much taking it for granted. Sometimes I’ll spend an entire Saturday hanging around reading. I tell myself that that’s all right, that I need to unwind, relax, whatever. And sometimes it’s true. But you spend too much time unwinding, and next thing you know, the day’s over. Next thing you know, the weekend’s over. You spend the whole week looking forward to the weekend, and next thing you know, it’s all over.

I’m not trying to preach here, kids—I’m just trying to get myself motivated enough to get my lazy ass up out of this chair and go do something. You do what you want. Me? I’m either gonna go out and do some livin’, or hang around in my underwear, watching cartoons and eating Cheetos.

Tough call.


Comments:
Entered By c mf'n j From straight off tha streets of mutha fuckin comp
2006-04-09 08:21:15

So, I'm sure you know by now about my short stint at "almost prison". Good times, let me tell you. The worst thing about it, now that its all over with, is the fear of going out on the weekends and ending up in real prison. I work most weekends with the exception of a random lucky break. I'm trying to get out more these days, but what the hell, I love my tv. The earlier reference of "almost prison" is why I got the damn thing in the first place. Fifty seven fucking inches of high definition madness. Better times. So, do us both a favor and go out and do some livin', because me, I'll be right here in my underwear watching tv and eating whatever it is that I don't have to put any fucking effort into making. Cheetos, if you will. Two things before I go; no, it wasn't THAT kind of prison, and would you tell those college girls to leave me alone? Ok, maybe three. You gotta tell me about going out and doing some livin', it may strike a flashback and cause me to go out and actually have some fun. Peace.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2006-04-22 20:09:06

Sadly, man, I really don't have much of a life. On the plus side, I'm not in nrealy as much trouble as I used to be. On the down side, I feel like an old man. I try to have at least an occasional adventure, though, such as smacking rnadom children in K-Mart, or tripping old people in the mall. Random acts of violence keep you young, I hear.



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