January 16, 2005

Moona’s myopic musings on misarticulated mumblings and mundane minutia

Maybe I misinterpreted the monotone monologue coming from the mobile phone when I called my friend, but feeling that solitude was his preferred state, I was momentarily moved to meditation on my own melancholy mindset. Several months ago, I had misinterpreted the motivations of a person who had appeared to be fond of me, only to find that he wanted only to borrow a large sum of money, promising to pay me back quickly. The fellow subsequently disappeared quickly upon the check's clearance through the bank. Having received one of my paltry paychecks yesterday, I spent the morning making payments on my multitudinous bills, maligning my self for my misjudgment in misappropriating my minuscule monies. Meditating upon my misfortune, markedly miffed at myself for messing up, I murmured to myself that when life gives us manure, we must mange it appropriately. While some people just get irritated at the manure piles, others realize that we simply need to make the best of it.*
*[At any rate, I realized after awaking at 2:20 a.m.--able to read my bedside clock without the aid of corrective lenses? No, I plopped into bed without removing my contacts--ouch! Out! Out! Damn . . .--that there had been more rumblin' 'round in my head on this subject than what I had included in my post, which I also failed to categorize.] So with that in mind, I meandered back to my computer in order to modify my mediocre manuscript. . .We can't just assume that what we are left with is not worth usin.' Still, thinking back to my misfortunate mistake of being mislead by the person to whom I now miserably refer to as "Mr. A. Hole," I wish that there might find a way to fight mire with mire, so to speak. Guess I'm not the first one in this situation, seein' as how there's a song by Limp Bizkit expressin' my sentiments 'zactly.

[chorus]

..Gimme back my money you bum..
You said you'd pay me back
I'm broke and for that you deserve a smackin' for slackin'
Now people say I'm a slacker
If IM a slacker then its through the eyes of the ones that are blind!!
Me, I'm broke
Poor old me
I'm broke

Source.

Anyway, my bad luck with men and with cars, as I've mentioned previously, have been consistent themes thoughout my half-century existence. I'm about ready for a change on both counts. Perhaps having my car wrecked by a car dealership, bein' the first car on which I ever took "gap insurance,' may be an indication that times are a-changin' for me. Who knows?

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