the sun rose again c'est matin... as it will regardless of the foul mood we oft find ourselves encumbranced in.
I won't recant everything I espoused last night, because much of it would stand regardless of whether Father Sol decided to load upon the chariot for His morning sojourn...
But for much of the rant I can say I take full blame, or credit, or... whatever:)
Now-- on to today.
I was/ am hoping to rejoin the permanent american workforce today. Had a good interview @ Aca... uh, an undisclosed sporting chain. The irony is, if this company passes me over, they really have lost out.
NO ONE on this planet desires more to make a living @ PLAY than the MacMeister.
I moved to Hawaii when I was 18 years young. I worked pizza parlours and surf stores until birth of my son ( and primarily inadequate education there) led me back to the mainland.
The prospect of not only working for but being an inclusive member of a store so dedicated to the out-of-doors lifestyle is a real positive for ol' jimbo.
Yet it really DONT MATTER.
Folks, I'll still PLAY.
I'm gonna climb rocks; I'm gonna fish; I may even work (no pun intended) out a way to buy that travel trailer and haul it to the Ozarks so i can fish and garden to my heart's delight (yes, multi-layered meaning inferred...:)
So,I didn't really mean to F**k YA [uh, unless you ARE Kerri Russell, and then I really meant "make love"...]; I just wanted to ...
Hell, I dunno.
I guess I was just playin'...
Le Moniteur de la Mode, January 1853
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