like a secret that makes you a little giddy |
she thought about it often before she went to bed. never with remorse. no, it was in that way where you cant really believe you did what you did, and you get excited and maybe laugh a little. kin...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 01:05:00 GMT |
body = margin = body |
in the evenings he would sit in the kitchen and think about work. but he wasnt thinking about work in the sense of what had to be done, or what could be done, but instead he would think about work in ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:03:00 GMT |
Why am I doing this? |
Why am I writing anything about music? What does anyone care what I think? Then dont read it asshole...In sadness, I discovered today that the treasured Buell Kazee LP I had ordered was actually not a...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 08:55:00 GMT |
all I need is a nomadic masseur |
An old woman doesnt know whats going on, so she asks me. My muffler is rusty and has a hole in it. Im worried that fumes may be getting in the car, seeing as how the window doesn't roll up. I have to ...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 13:18:00 GMT |
Luck (or lack thereof) |
A constant bombardment, though i cant help but feel entirely at the caprice of some irrational deity, one who wants to force me underground, to deny probability or any semblance of calculation, to lea...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 18:59:00 GMT |
All work and no play... |
Itch. Thats how I woke up. Itch. Irritable. Insidious itch - inconvenient irritation. Why? Why dont I wake up to chirping birds or Simon and Garfunkel or something like that? No, you see, I wake ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 09:50:00 GMT |
Excerpt from a novel about a flight attendant |
So I just told her. I told her. What the fuck was I supposed to do?I tried other things. I tried lying, inventing, and exaggerating. I tried apathy. I subjected her to boredom and awkwardness to a hit...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:42:00 GMT |
No place like no |
I sleep on a futon that was a dog's bed before I moved into the living room. In fact, I think it still has dog hair on it, from a big dog, a Rottweiler that might have fleas or such. I keep my things ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 09:15:00 GMT |
Wondra |
I learned how to throw pizzas in the air. I mean, the dough part the way they do, you know. It makes me feel like a badass when it gets really big and spins really fast, and the Wondra flour falls on ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 09:59:00 GMT |
Why you never hear of "men's intuition" |
Perhaps the color of the sky should have been a warning.
Perhaps the battery pack on my computer spontaneously combusting should have stirred up second thoughts.
Maybe listening to the last track on t...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 02:25:00 GMT |
