Monday, September 01, 2008

Girly man

There are those times in my life when I have acted more like a girl than a boy. I'm not even sure that it is bad thing. I like it when I'm girlish sometimes; but it is always those times that result in eventual trouble. 

I'm clueless now, but hanging in there.

6 comments:

OneEar said...

Are you having another sex change?

Doc Bok said...

yes; Cocoa, remember what happened last time?

cocoa_no_gogo said...

All I'm sayin -- and to be honest with you I really don't know what I'm sayin; in fact I may be on something or maybe someone slipped me something; sometimes a capuchin monkey sneaks into my house and adds stuff to our slurpee dispenser, I'm sure of it. I've never been able to catch him but I can hear him rattling away in there. One of these days I'm going to catch that bastard although I'm not quite sure what I'll do with him when I have him in my clutches. Maybe pet him gently and discover if he is mean or just misunderstood.

Anyway...

Gspot said...

The monkey's name is Brentley, and he was hired by your company for this particular assignment. Don't bust a monkey's balls for doing his job.

OneEar said...

Coco,

Average unhappiness among Americans reaches its peak at age 49 for men and 45 for women. Perhaps you are on the female track and are approaching the bottom of the smile of life.

http://www.nber.org/papers/w12935.pdf

OneEar said...

David Foster Wallace died at age 46 last week. Just as I could never finish Joyce's Ulysses, I could never finish Foster's Infinite Jest, so he must have been a great author. Plus, he hanged himself.