spoiledness

shhhh, I didn't change the date and time on the previous entry, it's always been there like that, right?... oh ok, you caught me... I did my usual time-space continuum adjustment in order to give this entry an entry space all it's own because yesterday didn't have an entry and for some reason it feels better for me to balance the entries per day and separate entry factor in the (it doesn't have to make sense, it feels good... and I'd explain it better if I understood it better, but I don't need to so let's just get on with tonight's entry, yup, right?)...

so Rasputin gives Precious $20 for Chipolte and drinks for him and her and I give Precious $20 for Chipolte and drinks for me and she is surprised I expected change back... last time I was at Chipolte it wasn't much more than $7 and two 32 ounce Code Reds cost less than $4, so what am I missing?... ah yes, the spoiled factor... and there I was all set to suggest she keep the change and bring me home Jeremiah's later... heck, there should have been change for their two meals from Rasputin's $20 even... what can we do, the appreciation is lean, but attitude for asking for change (seems to me it is reasonable from $40 when three eat Chipolte) sets my foot toward my brake pedal in the giving-mobile...

of course I might just be a bit off color with myself because if I lived alone I'd have more money and have not eaten Chipolte tonight, but rather have eaten veggie burgers (repeat night after night substituting other fast foods and restaurant foods for less expensive healthier foods and guess who would be at a more comfortable weight and more energetic and maybe even develop a social life and romance and live happily ever after and win the lottery and find a time machine and space ship and travel to a planet where people don't kill each other and themselves all the time and... hello, are you still here?)...

I really should not be laughing...

but I will continue this in behind the candoor because it is time to babble and babble we must (hey, some people have to dig, ya know?... and I bet few outside of old New Yorkers would find that reference ringing any bells) so this shall be continues at the one and only place where life in black and white pours out like some great metaphor for pouring out does, behind the candoor (or btc for those in the know)... I'll link the entry here when it's finally uploaded and until then, I'll just cruise along back to the brevity and offline report that this RealTime™ blog is supposed to be, ok?...

before I do, though, it might be more informative and better perspective to know that the btc entry will be called spoiledness too and further expound on the profound depths and wonders (or at least true confessions and bare bones naked truths) within the word... and now that you're all excited to see the bare bones nakedness, I'll get right on finding time to write that entry and upload it and put the link right here...

I am relaxing at home tonight and unfortunately did not continue the healthy eating I was doing for the past few days so I feel a bit bloated again (up and down, my bipolar appetites and will power could really drive me crazy if I wasn't there already)... Mila Kunis is inspiring some romantic memories to surface (she so reminds me of, oh, see the babble for more)... I think it's time to listen to some Meg and Dia...

meanwhile, using others as an excuse for indulging my less than healthy or self-defeating impulses is a cop out I obviously won't tolerate for long (cuz here I am reprimanding myself in the same entry, so no wonder I was laughing at myself before I even got to this reprimand... sheesh, do I have to take responsibility for my every action and decision?)...

for whatever this next thought is worth, I am so uncomfortable with a couch potato life, but heck, I could even get into watching regularly scheduled television programs with the right person...

I must be desperate...

ok, there's nothing much happening in RealTime™ so I'm just wasting time babbling here when I am in this weirdly ecstatic self-mocking mood cuz I could be babbling on where babbling belongs and getting dozens more entries uploaded for one or two people (and posterity) to see and ultimately, the record will show, that I bit it off and spit it out and I did it my way too... hopefully the one gets here before posterity (no offense, posterity) and we'll share the laughter that sometimes only I hear (and we will dance our great romance in a straight jacket built for two)...

I'm definitely in too much of a babbling mood to stay here, so I bid you a fond farewell and hope you are having as much fun in your head as I am having in mine (my next T-shirt shall read: as irresponsible as any teenager instead of I wanna be a spoiled teenager cuz I am what I am and what I want to be is cool with me, or something like that)... until next time, love!