Blog Troubles

(I've been having trouble with the Blog lately. This is my 4th try today, and what follows is something I wrote several days ago. I've tried blogging it every day.)

Went to Leroy's last night with ZZ. I was editing the next edition of Solid Mud Forum (3-3) and ZZ wrote more about our trip to Iowa in my journal. She also wrote a poem. Not long after we sat in our booth, B20, a table of four sat down in the corner near us. There was a very attractive 40 year old white woman with bulbous fat white man who was as hideous as they come. The other two at their table were two native sisters, fat and ugly wearing mini skirts. The native girls thought I was cute and wanted me to go home with them. ZZ thought this was hilarious and when she went out to smoke the girls told me they were serious, they wanted me to leave the pretty girl I was with and go home with them. They said I could have them both at the same time, even. They were drunk. By the time they left we knew their names, how old they were, what they all did for a living, and that yes, both native girls were wearing thongs... bending over in front of my booth with that kind of luggage made me want to lose my tea and milk shake. Then ZZ and I went home. I woke her up this morning and took her to work at VI. I met up with some friends at the Peanut Farm on Old Seward and Int'l Airport Rd. Jenn and Roxann were there with three cabbies we know. Jenn and Roxann are my friends, the others (Brian, Grant, and Jamie) I can do without. Brain reminds me a lot of Eddie, but he's from New York and he's 40. He's actually okay, I like hanging out with him. The only problem with Brain is that Grant is his best friend and where Brian is, Grant is. Grant is a disgusting ass hole with rotten teeth, bad humor, STDs (maybe, I'm guessing), and a knack for irreconcilably offending everyone in the room. Jamie is a dumb woman, about 35. She's the type that thinks she has it all figured out. She's an older, blonde Miranda. The only other difference between Jamie and Miranda is that she "does readings" with Tarot Cards. I don't want to bad mouth people's beliefs or interests, that just doesn't happen to be anything I can take seriously. Especially when she does a reading at the Peanut Farm in the midst of breakfast burritos, burgers, pretzels, coffee, cigarettes, and lude humor. I didn't have much fun there. Grant and Jamie are very dominating characters and the rest of us just sort of sat around.

Roxann and I walked out to her car (she had a pizza for me) and she said, "You know what I like about you, Erik? You like everybody, you just get along so well with everyone."

I told her, "You're half right. I JUST get along with everyone, I don't like everybody." Home now, I think I'll finish up with the SMF. I'd like to get that thing out, finally.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

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TODAY
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I was thinking about making a "Julie's Priority List" somewhere she'd find it. I think it would be funny. It would be something like this:

Julie's Priorities
1. Making myself feel bad
2. Plotting guilt trips for everyone that knows me
3. Reminding people of my bad feelings
4. Learning news ways to victimize myself
5. Try to get Tony to move to Louisiana
6. Teach Lissy how to be a bitch
7. Cry/scream a lot
8. Leave my private and hurtful thoughts written in stragic places where I know they will be found and read by others
9. Watch TV
10. Watch TV
11. Watch TV
12. Watch TV
13. Yell at Tony for watching TV when he gets home from work
14. Yell at Tony for being tired when he gets home from work
15. Yell at Tony for not wanted to have sex with me every minute of every day
16. Cry about everything above to everyone execpt my husband
17. Think up weekly lies I can tell people who may or may not be in situations to figure out that I'm lying
18. The fatter I get, the sooner I can reach the next level of my depression
19. AOL
20. Lissy's well being

You know, something like that. I think that would do the trick. The only difference between Her list about Tony and the list I have just made about Her is that my list about Julie more accurately refects the truth. As much shit as I give Julie, I really do hope that she gets better. I hope that the emptiness inside her will disappear forever and she can be happy. I hope it for her sake and for the sake of Double O and Lissy. If it doesn't happen, the Jacobson Clan will be insane.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS>>> I can't wait to hear details/see pictures of your camping trip. I'm going hiking tomorrow and I'm excited about it. I need to figure out how to use Double O's scanner.