Ill do better next time
Well I need to apologize for my piss poor bogging. As you can read I have not posted in a long time, so long in fact that my keys have grown little mold spores and cream colored mushrooms the size of small push pins. I have even toyed with the thought of quitting bogging altogether, throwing it out the window like a white trash mother on a family road trip through Yellow Stone National Park “ok kids gather up the trash” kids obey, mother cramming trash and paper cups into a bulging funny shaped brown paper sack. Then rolls down the window and tosses it free from the rumbling rust bucket.
I digress… it seems that subconsciously I think that by writing amazingly with much sensory detail and distracted story telling I will make amends.
Thou I may have distracted the majority of you, I feel that truth be told, I am a lazy ass, and no amount of witty story telling will save this sinking boat. Much like it never saved my ass when my dad came home early, and I was at the kings, well after school let out. Ring Ring…. (Jake) “Kyle it’s your dad! what do you want me to tell him”.. (Kyle) “Tell him I left like an hour ago ... (Jake picks up the phone) “hello?”... “THIS IS MR GROPP, IS MY KYLE THERE?”... (Jake) “Um no, he left an hour ago... “WELL IF YOU SEE HIM, SEND HIM HOME, TELL HIM HIS DAD IS LOOKING FOR HIM.”... (Jake) “Ok I will bi” ….. And by the time my dad was hanging up the phone I was at the door trying to slow my breathing from the Olympic sprinters pace. I opened the door, WHERE WERE YOU? My dad would yell… “Um on my way home?” WERE AT THOSE KING BOYS HOUSE? THOSE KING BOYS ARE A BAD INFUENCE ON YOU!!! YOU HEAR ME … by this time I had made it up the stairs, my jaw firmly in his hand, my feet lifted six inches from the floor, my mind poised firmly on the fact that my trip from school to home had indeed taken one and one half hours walking the whole time.
Once again I digress, long story shore I am a lazy ass who goes to great lengths to draw the attention of people away from the real issue, which is, im lazy, im sorry, ill do better next time.
I digress… it seems that subconsciously I think that by writing amazingly with much sensory detail and distracted story telling I will make amends.
Thou I may have distracted the majority of you, I feel that truth be told, I am a lazy ass, and no amount of witty story telling will save this sinking boat. Much like it never saved my ass when my dad came home early, and I was at the kings, well after school let out. Ring Ring…. (Jake) “Kyle it’s your dad! what do you want me to tell him”.. (Kyle) “Tell him I left like an hour ago ... (Jake picks up the phone) “hello?”... “THIS IS MR GROPP, IS MY KYLE THERE?”... (Jake) “Um no, he left an hour ago... “WELL IF YOU SEE HIM, SEND HIM HOME, TELL HIM HIS DAD IS LOOKING FOR HIM.”... (Jake) “Ok I will bi” ….. And by the time my dad was hanging up the phone I was at the door trying to slow my breathing from the Olympic sprinters pace. I opened the door, WHERE WERE YOU? My dad would yell… “Um on my way home?” WERE AT THOSE KING BOYS HOUSE? THOSE KING BOYS ARE A BAD INFUENCE ON YOU!!! YOU HEAR ME … by this time I had made it up the stairs, my jaw firmly in his hand, my feet lifted six inches from the floor, my mind poised firmly on the fact that my trip from school to home had indeed taken one and one half hours walking the whole time.
Once again I digress, long story shore I am a lazy ass who goes to great lengths to draw the attention of people away from the real issue, which is, im lazy, im sorry, ill do better next time.
posted by Kyle at 1:52 AM
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