Let me set the scene. Friday night, approaching eleven.. I'm at fuckin' Panini's with a bunch of co-workers, because I like them and unfortuantely they like Panini's. It's only eleven mind you when we ascend the slippery steps to the nearly deserted bar area, but it's still a veritable cascade of Natty Light in cups the size of small buckets, and ( Read more... )

I've been off balance. ComFesting will realign me! Call me.

... Tell her a stillborn baby joke ( Read more... )

From a silly man with a patchy beard and rolled corduroy trousers I got CDs full of banjo music, and it's haunting. Also, jaunty ( Read more... )

I have a new job ( Read more... )

"No.. You couldn't!"

Glinting heavy in place of my opponent's fallen sword, a motherfucking gin bottle.

I've had worse habits, though. Here's to the afternoon build up of unhealthy triglycerides in my liver!

Knock knock.

Who's there?

'Hovahs.

See everybody later. I'm gonna go paint a huge checkerboard on my sewing room wall. Anyone wanna come

Mozart realigns my brain chemicals. Better than the shitty tequila in my fridge ( Read more... )

Math Mike and I just read about an aerosol herpes cure, made out of bits of pure silver suspended in a sticky, alcohol-rich agent.

Herpes, apparently much like a werewolf, cannot withstand silver.

Tuesday nights on campus, literary discussions group thing. It'll be very loose and chill. Primarily about authors with big specific axes to grind and power in their words. Should be fun as hell ( Read more... )

Cell phone Number - (614)354-7949

New Address - 60 King Avenue

Come visit me. Plus, there oughta be party nights at my household.