Day One
Oh, he wanted to, but his cankles said no.
Oh, dear. Sounds like my neighboring tenant partied too hard last night. We have adjoining bathrooms where we both can hear each other pee. I think he gets embarrassed when we are using our separate ceramic thrones. He suddenly turns on the fan, sometimes music, turns on the shower and sink and rolls off a mile of toilet paper. I just go with the flow. It is what it is.
Check out Trump's New Year's Eve party. Lol. So pathetic. Can you imagine Stephen Miller letting loose? I think I'd maybe like him a tiny bit if he got crazy on the dance floor, or found joy in anything - anything at all. I know we're not supposed to pick on the president's children, but, what the fuck. Barron Trump is a weird person. He gives me the ick. It's not because I think he's probably autistic, but that they hide it- or, try to hide it. Weird, weird, weird.
After I sort of watched the finale of, 'Stranger Things,' which was underwhelming and I will get back to that, I was forced to go out for a drink. One drink. I shouldn't make fun of Barron and his lack of excitement, because I didn't want to be out. I was happy at home, scrolling and eating peanut butter out of the jar. You will find it hard to believe, but back in the day I loved to get out on the dance floor like Kristi Noem, and shake my booty all night long. I did. Last night, I sipped my drink and watched the crowd go all out, wondering when I became so dull? It's kind of weird to watch people dance. How did that become a thing, where people got up and started shaking their bodies and no one found that odd? I had a boss who was stiffer than an ironing board when he walked, his arms at his side. Never a hair out of place, but on the dance floor, holy cow. It was like seeing a completely different human. He had moves, fluid and relaxed and nuts. That is why I never go for that first impression thing. I was at a deli one night and it was crowded, but I was focused on one guy who seemed kind of scary, like serial killer scary. He looked as if he was in another world as he stood grimly waiting for his purchase. As he started to leave, someone he knew walked into the deli and said, "hello." My gahd, the transformation was shocking. My perceived killer smiled a most beatific smile and they talked for a bit. My killer happened to be some math whiz who was working on some difficult formulas. Hence the not there look earlier. He wasn't in the deli , mentally, but he wasn't thinking about slicing and dicing; more like adding and subtracting. I think of him often, this perfect stranger, especially when I start judging like I have with Barron. I could be so wrong about him. Maybe he just hates his whole family because they are rotten people and he wants nothing to do with them and one day plans to escape and be the leader of Antifa.
Hey, I may as well start the new year off with a positive spin.
Oh, back to, 'Stranger Things.' I was never fully invested in the series so the finale didn't disappoint me. But, the Duffer brothers went for explosions and big sets and very little substance. It was like watching one of Guy Ritchie's movies. Big booms. There are a few great actors in the bunch. Millie Bobby Brown proved she has cred when she starred as Sherlock Holmes little sister in Enola Holmes. Gatan Matarazzo is also good. Anyway, it's over and done.
Day One.

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