Like An Upside Down Lawn Mower

Ramblings from a scissor-tailed flycatcher, a creature of the heartland, reporting on tornadoes, madness, & endless sky.

Too Strange to Predict

You know... life is a crazy thing.

One day you're out in the country, hanging out at a junk yard, watching cars get crushed while eating lunch next to a man with no arms, and then the next day you're in Hollywood, on the set of a national television show, drinking "Sex on The Beach", and talking to TV celebs about the planet Mars.

What the hell is going on here?

If you were to put my life down on paper,
it would look like one giant
scribble.

It makes about that much sense.

Posted on Wednesday, May 7, 2008 at 10:01PM by

Derek Doublin |

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that looks like a vonnegut scrib.

May 14, 2008 |

susan

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Get off my lawn. And please hug me. Please, please hug me. And while you're walking over here, could you make me a Cape Cod?
Thanks. You're the best. If there's no clean glasses, just pour it in a ziploc bag. Cranberry juice is in the fridge, vodka's in the bar.
All I have is Seagram's Grape Vodka. I thought I'd try something new. I kind of like it. Say... what did you say your name was again?
Petunia?