salutee phallusee

ugh... I am so morbidly awake right now... bloody, broody mornings...

my sleep patterns are all wonky and it's beginning to piss me off... I can't blame it on total insomnia, as I seem to be able to get to sleep with no problems... staying asleep seems to be the issue... I think I need to become an alcoholic so that I just pass out and sleep from dusk 'til dawn... really though, who needs a liver... it just sits there, it never says anything... I think I'll need to devise a plan, wherin I concoct a 'time machine'... and using this 'time machine' I can sleep in every single day until I am not sleepy and then 'time machine' myself back to 30 minutes before my bus comes... thus the 'time machine' will give my as much sleep as I need and still have the benefit of letting me keep my job...

I think I need to go break stuff...

fuck you Fido

The epitome of subservience to our per overlords is well illustrated in the description of a scene played out in a small park with a man and a dog. The man stands watching the dog and pleads insistently for the dog to do its business. The simple phrase, "Would you please just shit" is uttered repeatedly, but the dog happily ignores the mans desperate entreatment. The supplication of the inferior party is uttered in vain, as the pet overlord demonstrates its dominance in the greater scheme of the social order.

Sadly, that man was me this morning. After 25 minutes of trying to convince her to shit, I gave up. The saddest part is that after asking for shit so vehemently, I'm almost assured that I will find all the shit I want on the floor when I get home from work this evening.

Last, but not least, when I attempt to clean up whatever shit is on the floor, there's a very good chance the dog will get nervous because she did something 'bad' and piss all over the place.

Fuck this shit, I'm moving to New Zealand.

the saga

the whole blog is a mixed disaster... I looked at some of the settings and underlying things the other day and got so frustrated I gave up... this weekend I intend to devote some time to housecleaning and making it work at least *passably*... frig :)

merry letters of an eventual nature

I had written this to Colin as a venting session (fuuuuuuck, I hate mornings..), but I reread it and laughed. Thus, for posterity, I shall append it it my blog-ee-o. I could attempt to explain some of it, but then my enigmatic aura would be shattered... and who would ever want such a horrible thing...

so yeah, I got home last night and continued my laundry and cleaned up
around the house... the laundry finished its last dry cycle at
2:54am... I was too tired to study or even read, so I played WoW and
mindlessly killed stuff while I waited ... hehe, so I got to bed by
3:15 and after a brief 'soliloquy' passed out by 3:30... I got up at
6:45 to go walk the dog, decided life's too short for this crap and
napped for another 15 minutes. I got up walked the dog, then sh*t,
showered and shaved in record time, kenneled the pets (not a fun or
easy feat) and ran like a maniac to get my bus, which was a bit late,
so I stood looking like a knob at the stop for 5 minutes :) oh, and on
my way back from walking the dog, I had noticed yet ANOTHER flower box
had collapsed, so I scooped the whole friggin mess back into the box
and pushed it to the side :)

this is yet another Monday, disguised as a Tuesday...

carte blanche

a thousand barbs drag through my skin, as I watch the sun climb high through the sky, yet I persevere
drawn and quartered, I muster the strength of will to summon my self back together
oh how I envy Medusa and her simple life

and now I have been thwarted by a PDF printer... how drole...

heads or tails, apples or oranges, ice cream or sorbet... why make a choice, just have them all... what do we see in one or the other, that we don't see in one or the other... it vexes me that I can't put a lid on things and call it a day...

5:30am, litter box: "It's too early to be cleaning up cat shit. Fuck sake."

that friggin' light at the end of the tunnel just turned burgundy... fuck, I so hate burgundy... stupid light...

exeunt.