Your Move
- Jul 13
- 3 min read
July 12, 2026
Bombastic describes my week. Last night diving into 10 solid hours of sleep to the ocean floor I woke fresh and excited. In prison. After a crap breakup. This I holler at anybody queer, str8, Black, Me-Hican, Mahican, or Amish. An object in motion remains that way, a physical phenomenon. Stationery = cessation. Why my excitement?
After a workweek giving my all, multiple endowments to this page here, finals turnt in, meals lovingly made, and workouts done daily, that rest prepped me to get up and LIVE. Soak up the options of being with friends, writing what I want, playing Scrabble, enjoying earned TV time, and catching up on reading. Don't ever be bored, Angels or you will be boring.
Among the features today was making laps on the bullpen with fresh transplant "Peaches". Not knowing this'n's yard name week one, mutually we'd no idea the other's status. Nor that Tennessee, breakup object from #35 - "One Thankful Mofuffah" Chapter 1 was making time with this tall, light-skinned person and telling them whatta P.O.S. I was. Both of us discovered his status as such before he split for SAP Thursday. Neither losing a thing, both snatched a friendly peer, neither stomping on the other's toes. He tried separating us but Peaches being around the block before watched and figured me out. Working in the supply closet located in his wing corps of convicts chatting me spoke to my character. Tenn repelled those numbers Prison time educates observant types. Self-obsessed sociopaths stay static, likely will never leaving.
Tennessee wasn't the big breakup though. My dude at Little Sandy I had to squash. Knowing it was coming, dreading was worse than doing. Having my emotions played with, mind too, by somebody of considerably less intelligence sucked. Not being vain, he's that big a moron. Equally a prostitute apparently. My endgame was an anathema that'll wreck him and his surroundings for a spell. Simply the words will crush him.
Feeling dark and horrible for saying them to somebody I love I apologized to him and the whole Holy Trinity. Thing is, I'm not sending the letter to him. Telling them was enough. If I send it, he'll keep the vile things he's doing. This will curb that foulness. Maybe save him in the long run.
Talking with Peaches up came the subject of me hacking the Sam Elliott/"Macho Man" Randy Savage I was rocking off. This is my post-split cute Summer haircut. P broke out inexplicably into "Bootylicious" by Destiny's Child, prompting me to stat download a wayback wonder. Last night I discovered years later they finally put "Dynamite" by BTS in our catalogue. So much pop in "Batmama's Asshole Antidote", my most recent faves mix. OMG: today I learnt we KEEP all our downloads now!! Yep, I can head to Wally World and exit with all my jams on a stick. Shewww.
OK here's some Summer pop I'm steeping in:
Tonight I'm whipping up Cordon Blue Sandwiches! How? Dig - Using thin sliced canned ham (Princess Brand, o'course) I'll soak in a blend of hot sauce, garlic, and sweetener packs (2), then heating the strips laid side-to-side for two minutes.
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