Lately it seems that the more we talk the more it hurts. She’s onto me, too. She senses it in every lull and every introspective silence. So be it. Yesterday afternoon, while we were speaking on the phone, she suggested that she should hang up because she made me too sad. I asked her to…
Category: Mundanity
Urge to Kill Fading
Ick, I’ve noticed that most of my recent entries have been filled with complaints. Tara’s right. I’m becoming a bitter old man long before my time has even come. Ah well, things happen. I bet August will be a super month. By September 1st, I’ll be the happiest person alive. Sometimes it’s good to set…
And He Can Go Eat Something Else, Too
Some guy is filing a class action lawsuit against four major fast food chains over his obesity. Whatever happened to common sense and personal responsibility? This guy claims he somehow “didn’t know” how bad fried food was for him until 1999. Our country is either full of whiners or it’s full of idiots. In either…
Urge to Kill Rising
Ah, the joys of working in retail. Yesterday afternoon, some lady came in and asked me if the store has any lunch boxes. Immediately, I was inclined to say no since I had never known our store to carry lunch boxes. I told her I didn’t think so. Then, I tried to ask her if…
Signal, Bitch!
I’ve nearly been hit by negligent drivers twice within the past three days. I can assure you neither incident was solely my fault since I wasn’t the one violating traffic laws. The US is full of idiots, and the DMV gives every one of them a driver’s license. Sadly, I think I’m one of them.
Thoughts of Home
All is well in Florence, Italy. Right now, I’m sitting in an internet cafe. Here in Europe, I’ve seen so many things that I once only knew from textbooks. Pretty sweet. Sometimes I wish my mom wouldn’t fawn over me so much. Eh, I know she means well. Santa Bear is enjoying himself on his…
Leaving on a Jet Plane
Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, Santa Bear has fled the country on a whim. When I woke up in the morning, I discovered a letter lying in his usual sitting spot. The following is an excerpt from Santa Bear’s letter, which spans 12 pages: In short, I’m sick of being cooped up in this house. When…
Or Maybe I Could Just Sit at Home and Read
Last night I dreamed I was out with my friends in some club. I drank, I danced, and as far as I can tell, I didn’t make an ass of myself. Drinking and dancing is a fun event, but that was kind of a boring dream. Where were the monsters, scantily clad women, Muppets, talking…
Sweet Release
Summer, how I’ve longed all school year to be back in your restful embrace, your warm, gentle winds easing my thoughts and caressing my callous skin. I finally have an opportunity to invest my time in something that I actually enjoy: reading a book without having to write a damn analytical essay afterwards. My book…
The Little Essay That Couldn’t
So then I said to her, “that’s not my foot!” And we laughed and laughed…