Just Got Re-Re-Leased–Once Again, Out Of Hospital / Jail Few Days Ago–Oh Well! I HATE Doctors–

X They Are All Too Fake Of A Kind–

‘Specially’

The Female Ones–

Never-Mind.

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Joni

You Know,

I’ve been to sea before

“If You Want Me, I’ll Be In The Bar”

“Joni, I’d Give Up My Life To Join You There.”

I HATE Doctors!

Even Thou My Daddy

And Gran-daddy

Were—

Doctors,

I Was ‘Born Free’.

Been Payin’

Off That Debt Ever Since,

So I was ‘born free’—

Don’t you see?

Don’t Know What Went Wrong With Me—

I Went Astray.

So I Joined The Navy.

Shite!

Hahahaha!

C’est Moi:

Female Doc Informed Me that My Liver Was fukked

They did their due-diligence–lots of tests

They Showed Me Photos

Imagine My Surprise

“I Asked The She Doc, But How? Why?”

She informed me that if I did not stop drinking, I was gonna die

“Hell! Everybody Gotta Die over something”

(I need no doctor come to tell me that)

She Doc Was Not Amused

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Tom Waits – “Bad Liver And A Broken Heart”

“It Ain’t A Purchase; It’s A Rental”

“I’ve Got Me A Bottle & A Dream.”

I wasn’t in Hospital for my liver–something quite un-related–My Liver was Just Collateral Damage.

Embarrassing in-fact—Perhaps I’ll tell Y’all Later

Or Not

I Am Doll Parts, Or… “How I Came to Live in The Shit Hole Garage Apartment Which was not Really a Garage Apartment, but only a Shit-Hole Underneath a Garage Apartment.”

“I Fake it so real I am beyond Fake.”

“I Fake it so real I am beyond Fake.”

Redundant?

Yes, I Know

 

Memory fails, but I have pieced together something approaching honest fact. I lost my posh digs at Ponderosa Apartments, and was forced to down-size.

Madelyn My Sister (step-sister)

was living large in the ‘Proper Garage Apartment’ and was ‘in good’ with the Landlord. She informed me he had this ‘wonderful little apartment’ for rent, which was ‘just perfect’ for me. Read CHEAP.

I checked it out, paid my fifty bucks and moved in. The moving in took all of two minutes, for I had not much to move.

Working for Ruth at her Liquor store in Ladonia and making a solid three dollars fifty cents an hour (plus ‘benefits), it was indeed, ‘perfect’ for me.

Now mind you, I never complained about living in such a place. After all, it did suit me and no one would have cared anyhow if it didn’t. It had some kind of ‘certain charm (just like this place) to be sure.

How many folks could invite a guest into their home and lead them past the shitter before arriving into the living room/bedroom/kitchen/study proper? As far as I knew, I had the only such place in all of Commerce. It was special.

And truth be told, I did some ‘entertaining’ there a couple of times. The only person who I would invite over was my girlfriend. She never judged me. She was always happy to be with me, no matter the venue. (Yes, that sounds conceited, but there it is Gentle Reader—c’est vrai, or quel dommage, or… choose your own français).

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Yet Another Re-RuM: “How I came to live in the Shit Hole Garage Apartment which was not really a garage apartment, but only a Shit Hole Underneath a Garage Apartment…”

“I Fake it so real I am beyond Fake.”

Street Cred: Courtney

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Memory fails, but I have pieced together something approaching honest fact. I lost my posh digs at Ponderosa Apartments, and was forced to down-size.

Madelyn, My Sis,

was living large in the ‘Proper Garage Apartment’ and was ‘in good’ with the Landlord. She informed me he had this ‘wonderful little apartment’ for rent, which was ‘just perfect’ for me. Read CHEAP.

I checked it out, paid my fifty bucks and moved in. The moving in took all of two minutes, for I had not much to move.

Working for Ruth at her Liquor store in Ladonia and making a solid three dollars fifty cents an hour (plus ‘benefits), it was indeed, ‘perfect’ for me.

Now mind you, I never complained about living in such a place. After all, it did suit me and no one would have cared anyhow if it didn’t. It had some kind of ‘certain charm (just like this place) to be sure.

How many folks could invite a guest into their home and lead them past the shitter before arriving into the living room/bedroom/kitchen/study proper? As far as I knew, I had the only such place in all of Commerce. It was special.

And truth be told, I did some ‘entertaining’ there a couple of times. The only person who I would invite over was my girlfriend. She never judged me. She was always happy to be with me, no matter the venue. (Yes, that sounds conceited, but there it is Gentle Reader—c’est vrai, or quel dommage, or… choose your own français).

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Just Got Out Of Hospital Few Days ago–I HATE Doctors–Even tho My Daddy And Grandaddy Were—Doctors. So I was ‘born free’—Don’t you see? Don’t Know What Went Wrong With Me—I Went Astray. So I Joined The Navy.

Hahahaha!

C’est Moi:

Female Doc Informed Me that My Liver Was fukked

They did their due-diligence–lots of tests

They Showed Me Photos

Imagine My Surprise

“I Asked The She Doc, But How? Why?”

She informed me that if I did not stop drinking, I was gonna die

“Hell! Everybody Gotta Die over something”

(I need no doctor come to tell me that)

She Doc Was Not Amused

***

Tom Waits – “Bad Liver And A Broken Heart”

“It Ain’t A Purchase; It’s A Rental”

I wasn’t in Hospital for my liver–something quite un-related–My Liver was Just Collateral Damage.

Embarrassing in-fact—Perhaps I’ll tell Y’all Later

Or Not

Yes! I am Stupid Getting Back In-Touch With My Inner-Alcoholic. I’d Like to Share This Stagger Down Memory Lane: Still “Madelyn Related”—This Post is all over som place— sort thru it I cannot see again!

“How I came to live in the Shit Hole Garage Apartment which was not really a garage apartment, but only a Shit Hole underneath a garage apartment” Oh, and PS, Fuck You WordPress!

“I Fake it so real I am beyond Fake.”

I am beyond Fake!

Getting to Know Me:

Cred: Rodgers & Hammerstein

Marni Nixon (dubbing Deborah Kerr) and Chorus sing “Getting To Know You” from the 1956 film version of THE KING AND I

And WP is STUPID!!! I cannot arrange this shit in proper order!

Figure it out if you can!

And Fuck YOU WordPress!

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For Ref Regarding Marni Nixon: 

Natalie Would, If She Could… Have Me! How Many times Have I Re-Posted This One? Screw it! Read It Again. I am Over-Proud of it! “Tonight Tonight!” (Tried to Edit it. But Guess What? WordPress is STUPID!!)

Memory fails, but I have pieced together something approaching honest fact. I lost my posh digs at Ponderosa Apartments, and was forced to down-size.

Madelyn, My Sis,

was living large in the ‘Proper Garage Apartment’ and was ‘in good’ with the Landlord. She informed me he had this ‘wonderful little apartment’ for rent, which was ‘just perfect’ for me. Read CHEAP.

I checked it out, paid my fifty bucks and moved in. The moving in took all of two minutes, for I had not much to move.

Working for Ruth at her Liquor store in Ladonia and making a solid three dollars fifty cents an hour (plus ‘benefits), it was indeed, ‘perfect’ for me.

Now mind you, I never complained about living in such a place. After all, it did suit me and no one would have cared anyhow if it didn’t. It had some kind of ‘certain charm (just like this place) to be sure.

How many folks could invite a guest into their home and lead them past the shitter before arriving into the living room/bedroom/kitchen/study proper? As far as I knew, I had the only such place in all of Commerce. It was special.

And truth be told, I did some ‘entertaining’ there a couple of times. The only person who I would invite over was my girlfriend. She never judged me. She was always happy to be with me, no matter the venue. (Yes, that sounds conceited, but there it is Gentle Reader—c’est vrai, or quel dommage, or… choose your own français).

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Expanded Alert! Someone Recently “Liked” This. So Why not re-post it? Just fer Fun. How I came to live in the Shit Hole Garage Apartment which was not really a garage apartment, but only a Shit Hole underneath a garage apartment. Fifty bucks a month? I’m all in!

Oh Screw it! This Post is All Fukked Up.

I’ll edit it Later

Maybe

Probably Not Gonna Happen

Sorry Y’all

“I Fake it so real I am beyond Fake.”

(Sorry Y’alls. My Life is Somewhat complicated)

You board this train…

Oh Never mind

I am ‘suicide’ on steroids

I just wanna be the ‘gurl’ with the moist cake

(This is all tongue-in-cheek, btw)

Don’t Get Frantic

Nor Panic

I’ll be fine

I’ll survive

Cred for share: shywwa

I just wish I could find a soft woman to invade my life

Survive. Stay Alive

What other choice do I have?

Girl With The Most Cake

 

Memory fails, but I have pieced together something approaching honest fact. I lost my posh digs at Ponderosa Apartments, and was forced to down-size.

Madelyn My Sister (step-sister)

was living large in the ‘Proper Garage Apartment’ and was ‘in good’ with the Landlord. She informed me he had this ‘wonderful little apartment’ for rent, which was ‘just perfect’ for me. Read CHEAP.

I checked it out, paid my fifty bucks and moved in. The moving in took all of two minutes, for I had not much to move.

Working for Ruth at her Liquor store in Ladonia and making a solid three dollars fifty cents an hour (plus ‘benefits), it was indeed, ‘perfect’ for me.

Now mind you, I never complained about living in such a place. After all, it did suit me and no one would have cared anyhow if it didn’t. It had some kind of ‘certain charm (just like this place) to be sure.

How many folks could invite a guest into their home and lead them past the shitter before arriving into the living room/bedroom/kitchen/study proper? As far as I knew, I had the only such place in all of Commerce. It was special.

And truth be told, I did some ‘entertaining’ there a couple of times. The only person who I would invite over was my girlfriend. She never judged me. She was always happy to be with me, no matter the venue. (Yes, that sounds conceited, but there it is Gentle Reader—c’est vrai, or quel dommage, or… choose your own français).

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