200 words |
[or less]I'd probably feel bad stealing jobs from the Indians by writing five hundred 200-word product descriptions for thirty dollars, so it's a lucky thing I refuse to write product descriptions any...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Fri, 09 May 2008 04:51:00 PST |
Little Lizards Nos. 3, 4, 5, and 6 |
I was walking to work, and another little lizard decided to crawl under my foot, this time on the twelve hundred block of the previously mentioned E. Washington St. I felt it before I crushed it, but...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:39:00 PST |
"There should be a science of discontent." |
I don't want to kill, I just want to cause pain. I was walking to work a few weeks ago after a good, hard rain and the birth of a billion baby reptiles, amphibians, and insects. I wearing flip-flops...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 08:55:00 PST |
Sleepytime |
It seems like under the sink is always where cleaning products and implements go. Every house I've ever been in has these things under the kitchen sink. Under-the-sink also seems to be one of the fi...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 08:42:00 PST |
asdf |
There is a team of termite men in my house. It started with one, young, forgettably handsome, poking around the bathroom. I left the house thinking he'd be gone by the time I came back. I came back...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 09:41:00 PST |
Gypsy's Curse |
A false notion of independence points out all possible excuses I can use for my reclusiveness. What’s funny is I’ve known for years that I am completely dependent on the society of others...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 09:02:00 PST |
Sweet, Sweet Gloria S. |
On Thursday I promised an old friend I'd drive to Gainesville for a much needed visit. I can be there tomorrow anytime after seven... Friday afternoon I filled up my tank and put oil in my car. Lat...
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 12:10:00 PST |
Who is the winner, really? Nobody. |
My favorite seventy-six year old man said this today:"Why fight? I do not understand. If you're going to fight, kill. Kill or die."
Posted by The Rev. Farrah Frocket on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:35:00 PST |
