All Gassed Up

I think it's the Black Eyed Peas that sing the song....."I've got a feeling....that tonight's gonna be a good night!!"

And I was just sitting here, thinking that today's gonna be a great day!  Why wouldn't it?  I mean, all the coolness bubbling up all around me.  It's literally seeping through my pores. I can barely contain myself.  I hope that everyone around me can catch a dose of the bubbles that I'm feeling here today.  Yes, sir!!

I woke up this morning with my ink pen in my hand.  Well, actually I fell asleep last night and when I woke up earlier the pen was under the covers, stabbing me in my side.  Well...I found my lost pen. Mystery solved.

I had half-a-notion I may be on a transfer bus early this morning. Instead, I'm about to be kicked out on the reck field.  And I'm not complaining.  Neither about the reck yard or missing the transfer van.  Life is good!

At this point in my life I'm just happy to wake up refreshed, in love, and ready to take on a new day.  That's me in a nutshell.  Not that I'm "in" a nutshell, but some days my life is completely nuts. Fucking nuts at that!  It's all good!!

So, another week rolls in.  Here I am greeting a new day.  Just happy to be alive.  I'll enjoy this feeling because I know that today will be a good day.  I mean...how could it be anything other than a great big, splash of pure uncut, sunny satisfaction?  I'm one cup into heavenly caffeinated buzz-static, my balls are freshly shaved, and I'm all gassed up.

Not only did I eat my own personal tofu-patty at dinner last night, but I was a true gangster.  A rebel without a cause.  I ate two extra patties last night at dinner on top of my very own.  And I'm now enjoying gas so toxic that it will peel paint off the wall.  And you see....that excites me.  Now I can severely punish all those who seek to steal away my sunshine.  Invade my personal sunshine. Paybacks a bitch my friend!  

Personally, I'm a fan of the drive-by.  Where you let one slip out then walk past a group of people you don't particularly care for.  You discretely fan some of the funk out as you pass them by. 

They say an arsonist likes to go back to the scene of the crime to see the damage done, but also to see the people's reaction.  I don't know since I am not an arsonist.  However...I do enjoy revisiting the scene of my personal drive-by gassing.  Just to see the looks of pure horror on everyone's faces.  I once heard a comedian state that he liked to park in "handicapped spaces" while handicapped people make handicapped faces.  And that's what I do.  Step back and watch retarded people make retarded faces. And this is what my life has digressed to.  Childish fart contests. 

Where is the sanity?  If you know, I need directions.