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Reincarnation, the Dung Beetle and your ex???


Okay, with 2012 looming large, and everyone’s collective awareness seemingly turning to all things New Age, have you ever stopped to consider the whole concept of reincarnation?  Reincarnation presumably means to be made fresh again.  Now, when you read that you’re thinkin’ okay that makes perfect sense, a new beginning, the chance of fixing everything that went spectacularly wrong and a shot at finally getting it right.  Right?  Well, according to the beliefs in any paradigm ranging from Buddhist to Theosophy, the bottom line is that you get to have another crack at it, on the off chance you rodgered it to begin with.  Well then, how does this apply to the dung beetle you might be asking yourself?  Well, do you really think the dung beetle started his/her very first foray into life with the thought in their little, bitty consciousness that, “hey I wanna root around in shit for the rest of my life.”  Probably not, which begs the question what exactly did the dung beetle do that so spectacularly pissed off the whatchamacallit on the top of the thing, that hands down the sentences of where we go after our temporary lay-over in limbo after we die and have been called on the carpet for all the really nasty, vindictive, wicked bad shit, that we’ve done in our 90+ years or more on the planet.  Here is my take on this:  I firmly believe that all the dung beetles, cockroaches, maggots, and slugs on the planet, are actually the reincarnations of our exes.  There is simply no better way for a piece of shit to reincarnate itself than to become that which lives on the shit, and has to root around in it.  Think about it, roll it around in your mind like you would roll around the first sip of a fine glass of port wine in your mouth… makes perfect sense.  Scary isn’t it.  Now this begs the question what will OctaMom come back as?  My ex? George Bush? Osama B?  My crazy, pot-dealer (it’s medicinal, yeah that’s why your house got tossed by SWAT and they trotted you and your skanky wife off to jail) ex-neighbor?  Tonya Harding?

Stay tuned, for more musings about my asshat ex, since much of what he did, continues to do, and more than assuredly will do well into his old age, supplies me with fodder when it comes to generally poking fun at the emotional and socially retarded, and this also includes that entire circle of ex-friends that went the way of the do-do right along with him, when I woke up from what can only have been called a coma, and cleaned house; my opinions of the state of our country and who put us there, in other words the asshat that is Bush.  WTF, stay tuned for my very own version of Sex and The City since I find myself single again, and having to venture back out into what can only be called the twelfth level of hell that is dating in your late 30’s.  God help us all…

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So, here I am, finally counting myself among the throngs of people who blog, after finally being convinced by some well meaning friends that what I have to say on a variety of subjects, is some fucking, funny, shit.  Well, opinions of what is and is not technically interpretable as fucking, funny, shit, aside, I find myself here deciding to take my journaling, rants, raves, running commentary, hissy fits, temper tantrums, random musings, and the like live to the blogosphere that is WordPress, to see what if anything comes of it.  Truth be told, I’m still not entirely sure I completely understand the whole concept of what blogging is, but I’m willing to venture into the unknown and try my hand at it.  Having said that, I look forward to hearing what all of you might have to say about what I have to say about any number of topics.  Bear in mind, that I’m no saint, I call it like I see it, and as a result have absolutely no compunction about using blue language where I see fit, because lets face it, sometimes nothing quite gets the point across like a well placed F-bomb.  Having said that, and regardless of what I actually do for a living, on this particular blog I’m not really all that concerned about propriety, grammar and punctuation, because stream of consciousness is just too damn hard to proofread, especially when it’s your own and driven by any number of things that have happened in that given moment that may have managed to get my nose out of joint enough that I’m compelled to rant about it.

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