THE BARRACUDA IS SWIMMING, FREE AND EASY !!
I can see clearly now. The pennies have fallen from my eyes, the rain is gone, it’s green lights and blue skies all the way.
Damn you, Internet! You and your dime-a-dozen hucksters peddling your insidious thought games and clever marketing schemes. Damn you!
Thanks to my sexy therapist, my head is clear. My agitpropascopia (AGS) is under control. My television lies thick with dust. And I have steered clear of cyber-snake-oil salesman.
People in Planes is in the CD player, and on my iPod. My brain is buzzing, nicely with melody and a sonic-landscape of incredible depth. I no longer need my pills. People in Planes is my new drug.
More good news: Pip, my wayward sugar sweetie, is coming back. Last night I received a VERY PERSONAL e-mail from my darling, and she is leaving those Norwegian interlopers in the dirt, probably on their way to a tragic end in their Ford Fusion. She will be here in four days, and we will be going out to Mancuso’s for the Thursday spaghetti special. I will wear a clean shirt and limit myself to one glass of wine. Stay tuned, True Believers! Romance is in the air!
Personal note to ThrillJill: Thank you for making me feel so sexy!
Ditto to Peter Parker: You are very nice, but I am just not into dudes. But stay in touch!
And to PowerAmp2000: Please contact me via private e-mail and I can refer you to an Internet Help Network which will help you with your paranoia and rage.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
NB
I can see clearly now. The pennies have fallen from my eyes, the rain is gone, it’s green lights and blue skies all the way.
Damn you, Internet! You and your dime-a-dozen hucksters peddling your insidious thought games and clever marketing schemes. Damn you!
Thanks to my sexy therapist, my head is clear. My agitpropascopia (AGS) is under control. My television lies thick with dust. And I have steered clear of cyber-snake-oil salesman.
People in Planes is in the CD player, and on my iPod. My brain is buzzing, nicely with melody and a sonic-landscape of incredible depth. I no longer need my pills. People in Planes is my new drug.
More good news: Pip, my wayward sugar sweetie, is coming back. Last night I received a VERY PERSONAL e-mail from my darling, and she is leaving those Norwegian interlopers in the dirt, probably on their way to a tragic end in their Ford Fusion. She will be here in four days, and we will be going out to Mancuso’s for the Thursday spaghetti special. I will wear a clean shirt and limit myself to one glass of wine. Stay tuned, True Believers! Romance is in the air!
Personal note to ThrillJill: Thank you for making me feel so sexy!
Ditto to Peter Parker: You are very nice, but I am just not into dudes. But stay in touch!
And to PowerAmp2000: Please contact me via private e-mail and I can refer you to an Internet Help Network which will help you with your paranoia and rage.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
NB
posted by Narcoleptic Barracuda at 8:57 AM
5 Comments:
HEY ASSHOLE, FUCK YOU. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WERE A FRAUD. I DON’T NEED HELP, YOU NEED TO HAVE YOUR ASS KICKED. FUCK YOU.
There are so many of us struggling with AGS. You are a hero.
AGS Annonymous
No hard feelings. Hopefully we will meet someday, maybe at a People in Planes concert. They still might call you… you touched them!
Dear Barracuda, You are very sweet. It didn’t work out with any of the guys from New York. I still hope we can get together, if it doesn’t work out with Pip! I got the new People in Planes CD, I love it! And I make great spaghetti!!! Call me if you ever feel lonely. XXXXX???????
THANK YOU. I also have AGS. People in Planes has given me strength. God Bless you.
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