I have been moping around the house, not exactly feeling sorry for myself, as that is not my nature...but kinda sorta having deeper thoughts about deeper subjects than I normally have...Hmmm...what it is is....another friend died...Jerry F. was 3 years older than me..which is the only good thing about her death, as most of the friends I have lost over the past 3-6 months have been younger than me and I'm starting to freak out.I am looking over my shoulder to see if the grim reaper is lurking in the shadows flipping thru his book of 'Nexts' and moving my name up. It is enough to make me think about really getting serious about doing something about my health....eat better, eat less, excercise..cut out sweets, fats, salt, Dr.Pepper, Blue Bell, and all things fried..................
But then again....I like living dangerously...I have cut out smokes, drugs, booze and sex...and made it to 62 1/2....so if I cut out all the only things I have left that gives me any joy, will it be worth it to live a few years longer......????????
Fuck no....so 'scuuuze me while I go pry the top off a Dublin Dr. Pepper, pour it over a huge bowl of Blue Bell Home Made Vanilla ice cream....and enjoy the only thing I have left that makes life worth living...that and the fevernt hope that with the adding of Terrell Owens to the lineup of the Dallas Cowboys they may win another Super Bowl.
Fuckme till even the grim reaper wants no part of me..