"It's a switch... right behind my left ear. There's an on and off position ( Read more... )

I'm through with everyone. Done. Oh yeah, here's something I wrote when I was on duty ( Read more... )

1. Who are you? Steve ( Read more... )

I AM: Alive ( Read more... )

I'm not drinking ever again. It causes too many problems.

I sit here on duty listening to bad punk, punk that's so punk, even punkers haven't heard of most of it. I sit reading, I sit thinking. I sit typing this right now. I think I'm done being uber-cryptic here ( Read more... )

Your eyes. Kind of like a customized little blend between that Bruce Willis line and the Peter Gabriel song. Your eyes. As I wait here, constipated, smelly, tired, disgruntled, and a million other feelings, I see. I see you. I see you clearly for the first time in over a month. I see the brilliance in your eyes. I can almost smell your hair in this ( Read more... )

Crush ( Read more... )

Woot woot for hump days. Booo for Thursdays. Peace ( Read more... )

So I get upset when a guy, drunk or not, tries to get down your pants. Whatever. I start to question your judgement when you'd rather entertain a drunk over the phone than talk to your husband about something important. Childish? What will you be if you walk out that door and into a trap just to prove a point? I'll come after you. You're damn right ( Read more... )