Rage is fine sometimes

This blog is sizzling hot.

Writing my fifth motion and my mother loves everyone of them. Re-reads them for pete's sake.

I am the polar opposite of a neglected child-- every food i eat or clothes I wear or thought I(or my sister) have is of great interest to that little honey. This last year has made us even more bonded and it's getting too Thelma and Loise and Louise for all our tastes.

I sit here writing motions and listen to my mother talking on the phone to assorted entities and I know if I taped it and put it up somewhere people would lose their minds. That woman will turn the most broken robotized customer service agent into puddles of humanity. Three in a row today! She often accidently hits the speaker phone feature and so I hear these automotons slowly but surely come to life. Incredible.

I can search the universe ten times over and I would never meet anyone that delights me as much as my mother. In this society, that might be mockworthy, but what can I do. I tell my mother than it's good she didn't have more children because we already have major closet and plain old space issues. I can't see anyone leaving my mother.

She fell while trying to shave her silly(kinda atrophied) calves and broke something in the rib area- going for x ray today. My sister was upset with her as she thinks that 70 is so over the hill that shaving is a total waste!

The vertigo was somewhat under control but returned when in the shave leg position. Just thinking about her atrophied calve and smashed ribs fills me with sweetness and a rage(for what she's has been through for over year and how disgusting those "people" are.)

Whatta world

according to one hit counter someone is reading this thing so until that hit counter stays completely static I will keep blogging as I plan to launch a sexy but savory blog about govermental corruption and about a huge disgrace that is being perpetuated against the tax payers of Los Angeles. I have been picked, I suppose, to expose and try to thwart the sickness that exists in the legal system and to document the incredible story of a malicous prosecution that will appall any half decent person and that will serve to better this world, we hope.

The story is writing itself but it has to have a final chapter very soon because taxpayers are being conned and lifes are being battered for no reason that will satisfy decent humans. The villains are Grisham worthy and the whole thing is mind blowing and will blow minds. It's epic in scale what I've uncovered and lets hope the old spirit keeps being indomitable.
And, I can't help but hope that some of those decent humans discussed above exist. Certainly out of 12 there must be one or two. Who knew. Whatta world.


In other news I haven't yet seen Bruno but I swear I had a whole joke with hummus and hamas at the read, I have witnesses and now Bruno is doing it. I'll chalk it up to great minds think alike and hope my humus hamas joke is very different.

How are you all today? Are you out there to help when I just post one word, "HELP."

I don't count on it. With every passing day, I count on less and less and less and only on the two that I will love forever. God, they are gorgeous and brilliant and good and I am so lucky that psychobabble and ubiquitious bullshit didn't break us apart. Whatta world.

How is Oprah? Is she still our supreme leader?