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Friday, January 28, 2005

A COSMOPOLITAN MAN

Oh, how the dangerous combination of medicine withdrawl, lack of sleep and EBay can add up to such horrors continues to
shock me. Just when I think all of the wacked out bidding I did is done and over --- something else arrives in the mail. Several items have arrived which I have no memory of purchasing (from a couple of weeks ago when I was having more troubles than now)

Today, a small package arrived. It was very cautiously packaged as if within the contents of the tiny box would be the Holy Grail. Before I discovered what was in the tiny box I pulled out a small piece of paper with girlish script which read, "I hope you enjoy as much as I did at one time! What a man, eh?" ...her name was signed along with bubble-drawn heart. I pulled out a flat sort of object wrapped tightly in old newspaper.

What could it be? A stone? A scary belt buckle? Well, it was something far more strange than anything I have yet to order. I am now the proud owner of a 3" x 2" inch ladies pocket/purse mirror --- featuring Burt Reynolds in all the nude glory of his infamous early 70's pose for Cosmo. He is lying on a what appears to be a bear skin rug, candle burning, penis just covered by his arm and huge handle bar-like mustache --- his grin seems to be saying, "You've come a long way, baby! Now, come over here and plant a kiss on me!"

Yuck.

I have sat in on my desk by my PC. A reminder of the darker days that I have now past!

Something really wonderful happended to me over the course of the past 24 hours. I want to write about is so badly, but it is all so unbelievable and dream-like, I am worried that I will curst the magic if I write about. But for the first time, in a very long time, somethig really good has happened to me. Despit being bored out of my mind and not feeling so good due to the drawn out process of changing meds ---- I find myself smiling. ...Kind of like Burt Reynolds minus the sad pelt and the tacky 70's Villiage People stache!

4 Comments:

Blogger There and Back Again said...

Matt, that's very scary. Give the bill to your doctor. I should probably donate to you my National Lampoon knock-off from the same period which had a similar shot of Henry Kissinger laying on a skinned panda. As for the good news, remember the expression from the old Mr. Moto films "Softly, softly, catchee catchee monkey." And, yeah, I should follow my own advice....

Big smile!

G

2:39 PM  
Blogger Jon said...

Oh....my.....God....... did you really get that mirror??? What were you thinking?? ^_^

8:49 PM  
Blogger matty said...

I really did. I just don't remember doing it. I took a picture of it and will have it posted either to the blog or in my photo album! Will email it to you because I know it is something you MUST want to see! LOL!

9:25 PM  
Blogger Jimi Sweet said...

Can we see a photo of said mirror? That's hilarious. You deserve it, I think.

6:17 PM  

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