Posted:Mon Sep 21, 2009 3:38 AM CST
Palmolive lemon fresh antibacterial
It's cold, and I think I still have dish-soap in my mug.
I don't know yet, I sniffed the warmth of what is in it after a good stirring, and I smelt lemon fresh scents wafting up my nose, that, and a few bubbles I think.
But, I could be wrong about the soap in my mug, it could just be on the one side of it, where I maybe didn't rinse all that well,
I suppose I'll find out soon enough, with that first hot drink sliding down my throat, I'll burp up a few iridesent hued bubbles.
Either that, or it'll just taste like palmolive.
It's getting cold, so very cold at nights.
Or it seems so, since I've been used to the numberings of 20's
I could always get an oil barrel and burn stuff in it, keeping warm with the metal barrel of fire, but I worry (too much tv I think) that once I get it lit, I'll have transients and box-car hoppers cooking a tin of beans and telling me their tales of the littlest hobo.
Hey, it's not really in the realms of impossible, there are trains that run through the city.
But highly improbable.
And once again my mind wanders, it's the news on the tv.
I worry about all the strife and conflict and nasty bits out there, but then, I think about what could be happening right at this moment, right here, and I heave a sigh of relief.
I don't think I'd like to live in a world of nothing but crumbley bits of concrete and....(thoughts of post apocolyptic movies and books fill my head)
I don't wanna live off rats and roaches and have to run away whenever there are mutated beasts trundling and singing death marching dirges of hate and insanity.
OMG, Mad Max!
I'll be driving along and next thing you know punks in dune buggy's will kill my wife!!
And I'll go mad, MAD I tell you, and then, then *breath breath*
I'll fight in a large tent with Tina Turner, and she'll sing to me, and then then *pant pant*
Kevin Costner will deliver the mail, the next thing you know Kurt Russell with tell everyone to call him snake and start wearing an eye patch, and Omega men will try and eat the neighbors!!!
Oh... wait... Never mind... waaaaay to much tv and old movies.
*Panic subsides*
bleech, yes, yes there was dish-soap in my drink.