Monday, May 26, 2008

things broken on my computer are the return key, the letter i (i have to copy and paste it) and both shift keys. no more exclamation points or ichat.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

there are three types of mouthwashes in my bathroom
there are three types of dishsoaps on the sink
there are three two types of cats in the living room
there are four golden girls still living today
there are one too many minutes spent alone always, i say
there is one porch to sit on
there are two chairs on the porch

Friday, May 2, 2008

goodbye, asshole

Ol' blue bastard! You were a curse from the beginning, and there was never a day that passed that I didn't think about how much I loathed you.
Oh, sure. You made it ALL THE WAY to Brooklyn and back; big whoop! All I can remember are those right hand turns that you so lovingly stalled out on, without any regard for my safety: entrance ramps to the 33, the tallest one-lane stretch of the Scajaquada, or just out-and-about in dangerous neighborhoods. To think I put my one and only Kit Bowman sticker on your bumper, you filthy beast. You horror! Rot in the depths of junkyard piles with the rest of your cursed comrades.