Sunday, August 19, 2012

My boots are too formal for the jungle and too casual for the city

So I’m back.
In my bed.
Throwing ashtrays to my newest cat to stop him from chewing on my earphones, which he threw on the floor. Lazy? Could be.
Just to be clear, I don’t mean big glass ashtrays; more the cheap, very light ones.  I don’t want PETA to be visiting any time soon.
Where was I? Oh yes. No, this time, it’s not laziness; I’m not allowed to stand, due to a spine injury. I can hear all my readers gasping and crying, shouting “why” etc, etc. Ok, just my 3 readers… who already know about my situation… so no real drama here I guess.
As you have probably already realized, I have nothing to say (stating the obvious since 1992, can’t help it). And I don’t want to write about the fact that I can’t write, because it’s cliché.

So the obvious solution would be to end this piece of… art. *smile*
But I don’t go for the obvious. No, I’m just kidding. I will end your suffering. For now.