Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
i wrote a disco song today
Hot
hot dog
the
sky will always bring glamour
shine
on like a diamond
and
go in to infinity
and
burn on
whoot-whoot
and then there will be a bunch of disco dancing beats. that's basically it.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
some thoughts i've had today
i wondered about the life of the guy (i've always assumed it was a guy) who buys all the "dragon blood" incense at the wal-mart in dublin.
when i watered the plants on the deck today i looked down at the droopy lamb's ear and thought, "here's the thirsty little motherfucker" and gave it the most water out of the three plants. then i felt bad for the other two plants.
i wish i had a cloaking device dome thing i could put over my house and yard so i wouldn't have to see/hear or communicate with my neighbors. this would also work as a fence so that's like killing two birds with one stone!
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
bitching and moaning (but not in a sexual way)
writing cover letters exhaust/overwhelm/suck all the life out of me. i've never been good at pretending to be an extremely awesome individual, and i've never been good at selling things.
i've been sitting here for over a half an hour staring at the last sentence written, "dear ms. montgomery," and then the two broken sentences i began to write to "express my interest in the open position," which frankly, i've always thought sounded a bit on the erotic side... thankfully admin. assistant work is anything but.
i have a lot of work to do around my house that i've been putting off for a while. i've been putting a lot of things off for over a month now.
my car has fucked me over more in the past few months than it ever has. it's almost as if it's aware of the fact that i have so little money and so much free time, so it breaks itself in small but major ways just to keep me at home. it's latest fuckfest is with the brake lights- they're on, and stay on until the battery dies. a little plastic dowel that goes through a part of the brake pedal snapped off. thanks, honda.
god dammit. off to do some laundry now!
i've been sitting here for over a half an hour staring at the last sentence written, "dear ms. montgomery," and then the two broken sentences i began to write to "express my interest in the open position," which frankly, i've always thought sounded a bit on the erotic side... thankfully admin. assistant work is anything but.
i have a lot of work to do around my house that i've been putting off for a while. i've been putting a lot of things off for over a month now.
my car has fucked me over more in the past few months than it ever has. it's almost as if it's aware of the fact that i have so little money and so much free time, so it breaks itself in small but major ways just to keep me at home. it's latest fuckfest is with the brake lights- they're on, and stay on until the battery dies. a little plastic dowel that goes through a part of the brake pedal snapped off. thanks, honda.
god dammit. off to do some laundry now!
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