A long rambling entry in which I use the word “fuck” many times
Here’s more stuff that I wrote weeks ago………
For reasons that I will not go into right now, I am in the mountains of Colorado where I will be for at least the next twenty days. I will spend most of those days (and nights) in a casino. Yes, I know, your saying, “Cindigo! What in the hell are you doing? Is this some hair brained scheme?” My reply would be,” Why yes it is some hair brained scheme and this time, when I yell, “IT’S SO CRAZY IT JUST MIGHT WORK!” I think it just might.
I went to sleep last night with this sound replaying from the fourteen hours of casino exposure:
“BONG BONG BONG BONG…chi ching chi ching….CLANG CLANG CLANG….bing bing bong bong bing bing bing…bingbing…bing bing bong bong bing bing bing….bingbing.”
This is our second day here. There are alot of old people. I dislike to be ageist, but to tell you the truth, most old people bug me.
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and that is all I wrote for the next twenty some days. I’m sure if I can, and probably at a later date will, tell some pretty funny stories about wanting to commit suicide/homicide, sensory depravation/overload, being slowly and methodically food poisoned and sleep deprived….but for now, I’ll just move on.
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fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…….
there, now I feel a little bit better. I resolve to write something……..something…….whatever…….and then it gets later and later and I do this or that……then I end up not writing anything.
I went to see a movie that I can’t remember the title (Adaptation-I asked) and drank a dark, vanilla-ey beer. Now I am back at Mr. X’s house rummaging through a large metal desk looking for some pot that his ex swears should be there.
We have been cleaning up and packing his stuff for the last two days. Ex X left a considerable amount of stuff behind. Is it wrong of me to envision her dead and think that it terrible that such a young life was tragically cut short by that swift and lethal AMTrak train every time I fold a piece of her clothes and put it in a cardboard box? Is it wrong for me to feel better when Mr. X refers to her as “Mike” instead of her given girl name?
On a brighter note….finally….I yelled “THIS IS SO CRAZY IT JUST MIGHT WORK!”, and it seems to have worked.
Did I mention that Mr. X is a professional gambler? Oh, I didn’t? Well he is. Have I mentioned Mr. X at all? Not really? Well, I’ll just start telling random stories, and maybe at some point, it will become cohesive. We came to Colorado for two reasons, the first, to participate in a Christmas promotion at one of the casinos that he frequents and came away with….do I dare say the dollar amount….I probably shouldn’t…..because if I did, you guys would be expecting big ass late Christmas presents, and I’m really just too lazy. Let’s just say that my credit card bills and my property taxes are paid.
The second, is to move him to Detroit. That is the second part of a three part hair brained scheme that “IS SO CRAZY JUST MIGHT WORK!” Phase One: obtain a bunch of money….check. Phase Two: move Mr. X to Detroit….in process. Phase Three: Cindigo and Mr. X move to Austin Texas and live happily ever after….. beginning March or April…..or May….or sometime before it starts to get cold again.
Oh fuck it, I want to say it…..we fucking came back with $22,000.00 cash money millionaire……and with the way that I’ve been spending money this past year, my cut, puts me at about even.
Mr. X is now cleaning out the office and I’m laying on the bed watching him pull things out of a metal desk and throw them into into either the Salvation Army or garbage box. His ex is supposed to be coming over soon to pick up the rest of her boxes. Mr. X has been has been trying to stay out of the house for the last two days to avoid the awkward situation of the current girlfriend meeting the ex-girlfriend scenario. Tonight he has tired of driving me around in the brown van, said “fuck it, I’m too tired”, and now we are here.
Mr. X has just decided to keep a stack of papers pertaining to lock picking and bypassing other security devices and a laser pointer that has different attachments that makes the pointer a star, angel or a cartoon hand making the peace sign. From a stack of papers he pulled out the John Hersey HIgh class of ‘89 ten year reunion book. He did not attend the reunion….but I did. Besides grade school and one year of middle school, we also went to high school together. We only went to one year of middle school together because I was a juvenile delinquent and had to transfer schools.
Ex girlfriend is has just arrived. Not bad. She’s cute….but not too cute. Nice, but spacey. Cindigo definitely does not feel threatened.
*cindigo is smiling….being polite……and silently cabbage patching in her head*
Now is the time at cindigo dot com where we stop rambling on and do something else in the real world.
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