George Pondering

My name is George and I am a dollar bill. According to the date on the lower right side of me, I am one year old. For people, one year old is just a baby. A one year old is all fresh and new. For a one year old dollar bill, it's pretty raggedy. Already I have a tear half-way down my center. It's all taped up now thanks to the nice coffee vendor I was handed to this morning.

So far this morning, it's only about eleven, I have fallen out of someone's pocket, been carried by the breeze into a grimy puddle, and picked up by a man in a suit who was kind enough to try and dry me off with his handkerchief. That was my journey today.

My friends, Other George and Hammy were already here when the vendor took me in. That Hammy is a laugh riot. He's a bit cranky and always talking of revolting. They are gone now. Given to a nice lady who got a coffee and bagel. They always go to the nice ladies while I always seem to end up in some guy's smelly pocket. Oh well. I like taking trips and don't really care where my life as a dollar takes me. So long as I don't wind up in the same stink pocket as that guy who looks like Keith Richards.

I'm Gonna Try Something Out

Since I want to keep this blog (I loathe that word. That and "iPod") up to date because apparently there's two, count 'em TWO, people who read this on occasion and I wanna keep them entertained. Shit, maybe more than two people will eventually start reading this. The reason I haven't been good about updating is that I just didn't have anything to say really. That and I'm an abnormally mediocre writer. That being said, at school I'm taking a remedial writing course and am actually getting pretty decent. So I'm going to start posting some of the writing exercises we've been doing. Let me know what y'all think of some of the short stories I post.

New Entries Coming Soon

So stay tuned bishes. In the mean time, check out http://benschronicle.blogspot.com/ and http://ovidabroad.blogspot.com/

If I lived In Afganistan....

Mr RogueKitten could deprive me of food in exchange for sex. Hmmmm.... I cook my husband's food....poison his ass? It makes me wonder how many women are putting up with this. http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/aug/14/afghanistan-womens-rights-rape.
Fortch, I'm lucky. Mr RogueKitten considers me an equal.

Tomorrow I'm The Twat Who Tries To Give You A Flier

Flier? Flyer? Neither seems correct. I'm up later than I'd like to be considering I need to leave early-ish and have to interact with people. Ah, the life of a temp. My job is handing out fliers about kids' food. Vienna sausages? Cheerios? I have an orientation about the product and it's a short shift. 9:15-:3:00. Not too bad. Though, I really am not looking forward to it. But, it's a job and I really need it. Business has been very slow lately. I need to remember to record The View tomorrow.