Christmas break could be a lot better than Thanksgiving. Last break yielded a lot of interesting results. This one is sure to have a few surprises. "Life is what happens while you're making plans".
I'm going to miss Patrick.

Waiting for a most remarkable Texan to finish his shower and come to bed while I type away for the last few minutes that I'm conscious ( Read more... )

("Slow Time Waltz to Boston ( Read more... )

Death to all school boards ( Read more... )

(Lights rise on the home of Mr. and Mrs. Capitalism. The Mrs. is on the phone at the kitchen table making deals with her broker while looking over new real estate in Long Island. Mr. Capitalism, however, lies on the floor between the couch and a coffee table, slightly tuned in to "Goodday America", but mostly using his morning hours to nurse a ( Read more... )

I'm the only one online right now. A minute ago I was continually hitting "Refresh" like a chicken pecks at corn. I decided that I need something to keep my mind busy, so I'm here. Writing to ward off the awful things I've dreamt about this day and this vote. Right now we're at 40 to 60 for the amendment. Not good. Really not good. I would ( Read more... )

It's August 3rd, meaning the fateful August primaries are here. This is the day that decides whether I just hate Missouri or whether I despise it with such a seething passion that if I were invited to Missouri's birth of a new child, I'd swiftly bash the newborn's face in with a brick with the message "Fuck You Missourah!" etched into it's arid ( Read more... )

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In my last post I failed to mention the gorgeous sex goddess that is Juliane Miller ( Read more... )

Sitting on my ass with total company of one. And I don't believe he counts ( Read more... )