Memorial Day — rah, rah . . . thank the troops and veterans of foreign wars, etc. Wave the bloody flag. Have a parade. All that jazz.
Already I can smell the neighbor’s BBQ wafting through my open window. I’ve got a small fan going (it’s just blowing hot air around the room). Didn’t get invited to any BBQ this year, so fuck it. My Memorial Day will be spent trying to complete a few writing projects. My Memorial Day feast will consist of ham salad sandwiches and a few chips. Seriously. I’m sticky and hot and feeling a bit cranky. Didn’t sleep too well because of the heat (and I’m thinking, it isn’t even Summer yet! Who says there’s no green house effect?) As such, I’m feeling a lot of envy for those well-to-do fuckers who live in the lap of luxury — who can lie about in their pool floats lounges sipping ice tea, not a worry in the world.
There’s a fucking bird chirping over and over — and now one of my other neighbors is mowing his grass. Beautiful! Now I’m hot and sticky and annoyed by a bird and a lawn mower and tortured by the smell of smoking meat. I don’t have a swimming pool nor do I have access to one. I still have two more crappy articles to finish just because I need the money. I’m not living in the lap of luxury — I’m living in misery’s ass crack.
Memorial Day kinda blows this year.
betty | 25-May-09 at 1:58 pm | Permalink
Sorry you’re miserable. Nobody invited my family either. So we’re at home, watching movies and eating popcorn. Hope your day gets better. You know just fill up your bath tub with cold water and splash around wearing your floaties. That should be fun?! No?
John Erianne | 27-May-09 at 9:34 am | Permalink
“Miserable” might be exaggerating a bit. I’d say at that moment, I was “peeved.” Luckily, I vent on this blog as an outlet — keeps me from spraying the neighborhood with gasoline and lighting a match, LOL!