hit over the head with a Scooby Club
Most of the last few days has been ordinary, nondescript, fruity goodness (particularly Trish's birthday cake), so the only matter I really have to address is Trish's Scooby Club meetin': she wants out.
1st, we had this Numinous Narcoholic complaining about his sister taking for Chris'sakes prescription medication, which he subsequently labelled "pill-popping". This is idiotic nonsense worthy of Scientology, & we all know Scientology kills!
Issue #2: last nite, as the Scooby litter-ature was being passed around at the meetin', the chair asked me to read from the Blue Book, which solves all your problems -- yeah, right! So I passed it on to Trish; she started apologizing for my vision, some asshole lady goes, "Co-dependent". I am not fucking co-dependent, I am glaucomatic.
My feeling is that she craved feeling, particularly feeling up men's bodies. I think a lot of people in Al-Anon, their old relationships destroyed by Narcohol, are seeking new ones, & aren't about to let a marriage stop them; they've already failed once, so why not bring their inability to have one to other people? Especially people who hang out in the bowels of a church, the erection of a vandal of church doors.
It doesn't look like I'm going to get much more writing done today. Between writing to Hope (to see if my printer's still lopping the tops off capitals), fixing lunch, then reading Science News, I don't have much time for much more before Trish returns from work.
The Galactic Pot Healer strikes again! Legalize it, & I'll go back to the Scooby Club, bong held high in hand...
...& was Jerusalem builded here, in England's green & pleasant land?
1st, we had this Numinous Narcoholic complaining about his sister taking for Chris'sakes prescription medication, which he subsequently labelled "pill-popping". This is idiotic nonsense worthy of Scientology, & we all know Scientology kills!
Issue #2: last nite, as the Scooby litter-ature was being passed around at the meetin', the chair asked me to read from the Blue Book, which solves all your problems -- yeah, right! So I passed it on to Trish; she started apologizing for my vision, some asshole lady goes, "Co-dependent". I am not fucking co-dependent, I am glaucomatic.
My feeling is that she craved feeling, particularly feeling up men's bodies. I think a lot of people in Al-Anon, their old relationships destroyed by Narcohol, are seeking new ones, & aren't about to let a marriage stop them; they've already failed once, so why not bring their inability to have one to other people? Especially people who hang out in the bowels of a church, the erection of a vandal of church doors.
It doesn't look like I'm going to get much more writing done today. Between writing to Hope (to see if my printer's still lopping the tops off capitals), fixing lunch, then reading Science News, I don't have much time for much more before Trish returns from work.
The Galactic Pot Healer strikes again! Legalize it, & I'll go back to the Scooby Club, bong held high in hand...
...& was Jerusalem builded here, in England's green & pleasant land?
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