A personal challenge to write something in the forty minutes it takes me to get to work on the bus. Don't know if it's any good but here it is ( Read more... )

Drabble: Under Rug Swept ( Read more... )

( Chasing the Chill )

I hate hairballs. I have two cats that are shedding. Do the math. I think that Dickens (aka Fat Bastard) purposefully waits to hack up the wretched things until I get out of bed and can step on the newest slimey 'gift'. My life is spent cleaning cat vomit stains off of my beige carpeting ( Read more... )

Years ago I worked for an insurance company in Manhattan as a call taker in their 24 hour medical emergency/authorization hotline. I started with several men and women I was privilaged to eventually call friends. Two always come to mind at this time of year. Halim King, a gentle giant of a man, a Muslim convert who barely made it out of HS but ( Read more... )

Ever notice that the harder you work the less you seem to have. And i'm not talking time in which to spend it, the money simply isn't there ( Read more... )

I think i'm in a rut. Stuck in limbo. I get up, I feed the cats, check my e-mail, make breakfast, shower and go to work. At night I do it in reverse. In between I take all sorts of shit. I have to get a backbone. I should probably get one soon.

Easter is coming up and lapsed Catholic in good standing that I am I am dreading it. Why? I'm tired of having the bigger holidays at my house. J's house whatever. It's my home too. Not that you'd know that to look around. The notable exception being the bong and my pipe there is little around the apartment to even indicate I live here ( Read more... )

Okay so perhaps this sounds dorky in the extreme but I feel way proud of myself for having managed to set up this account ( Read more... )