Andy Boston eats crow... |
I was hungry.It was lunchtime.I saw this bird.I knocked it out with a stick.Burp.
Posted by Dire Pants on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 01:38:00 PST |
Misery loves company |
Macaroni and cheese vomit. That's what i feel like as i sit here at my desk, drooling like a labotomy patient. This job has gone from awesome to complete garbage in the past month. I am now the dod...
Posted by Dire Pants on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 08:04:00 PST |
Then along came a spider (part too)... |
So where was I?Oh yes. Chicken. I ate all of the chicken in New England while i was there. Saturday started really early, since Mom decided that it would be a good idea to call me and feed me a guilt ...
Posted by Dire Pants on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:50:00 PST |
Then along came a spider... |
All in all i want to thank everyone. I sometimes forget in this vast ocean of solitude i tend to swim in, that i am surrounded by my friends and family who really genuinely give a shit. My leg stays...
Posted by Dire Pants on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 12:44:00 PST |
Hard boiled egg |
Things have a tendency to get destroyed when i am around. Lost to me are things like comfort, control, self-worth. My insides are rotting outward from the cavity left in my chest. Solitude is the b...
Posted by Dire Pants on Wed, 28 May 2008 11:29:00 PST |
Atlas sneezed... |
This isn’t good. For once, the company I am working for is falling apart, and it has no direct connection to my performance. Amazing. It is really frustrating to come into work every day, not...
Posted by Dire Pants on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 08:53:00 PST |
My survey answers. |
Dire Pants’ Ultimate Survey Of Doom.I am really tired of uber-ghey surveys. So I am writing my own.Meh. If you don’t like it, I will gnaw on your face.Copy me the results so I may learn ...
Posted by Dire Pants on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 08:17:00 PST |
Smoke and a pancake... |
171,476 words. This is not a random number that I decided to type out as a spontaneous creation of an amount. This a specific total. This is the number of words in the English language, according t...
Posted by Dire Pants on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 11:00:00 PST |
The color of my sunshine... |
The tide falls lower and lower exposing rocks that haven’t kissed the air in centuries.The confusion of hauling myself out of deep slumber orbits about my head. The news lady babbles incoherent...
Posted by Dire Pants on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 06:48:00 PST |
Soggy books, despotic crooks |
The minuteman press of the mind elaborates on the political scraps tossed down from the big kids table. The dogs from the advertising department fight over the scraps as if they hadn't eaten in...
Posted by Dire Pants on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 07:48:00 PST |
