Finding Solace in a Playmate…

I’m sitting here alone tonight, my “domestic engineering goddess” is out watching Micheal Buble. (Pause while all ladies swoon) No, I didn’t go.

He’s just Ok, but I’m not stupid crazy for him like everyone else on earth – Yes, from what I can gather that makes me both a Satanist and some kind of Nazi, KKK pedophile scout troop leader…he seems like a very nice person, and he’s a local boy made good so bless his heart…

I’m relatively speechless tonight, having not done much the last few weeks, going out yesterday, with all the walking and the laughing has really drained me… yea – I know what am I like 119 years old or something… but all day I’ve been weak and shaky, bad eyes and super weak jaw…. I had trouble chewing well cooked rice earlier for dinner… pathetic…

Anyways, I’m gonna just close up shop for tonight and most likely go to bed…. damn right it’s just like the playboy mansion up in here, spending so much time in bed… yep Hugh Hefner is 84 and basically, so am I…. our lives are practically identical…

Go ahead, tell me how shallow and meaningless his life is, the deafening loneliness and how honestly my life is much richer and fuller than his could ever hope to be… the sadness of his aimless wandering from playmate to playmate in a desperate search for meaning in a vacuous echoing futility…

Poor bastard…. the only thing we really have in common…. sadly, now – I wear pajamas during the day too….. most likely for different reasons though…

Have a Great Day

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