September 2010
3 posts
Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
Coffee is good, beer is better. But for some odd reason, they frown when I crack one open at work. Sheesh. Skål. Ezra
Bill Watterson, because of you I say smooch
A Nauseous Nocturne
Another night deprived of slumber, Hours passing without number, My eye trace ‘round the room. I lay
Dripping sweat and now quite certain That tonight the final curtain Drops upon my life’s short precious play.
From the darkness, by the closet Comes a noise, much like a faucet Making a mad drip-drip-dripping sound.
It seems some ill-proportioned beast, ...
Another Shit. Piss. Balls.
Every time that I seem to have some semblance of my shit being together or getting together, someone or something decides to throw a giant fucking monkey wrench at my nuts.
It can’t be karma. I’d like to think of myself as a generally good person. So what cosmic forces are conspiring against me, I haven’t the foggiest idea. I just know that we need to have a talk and they need...