Wow, that dude is balls. Saw the blind dude from down the street on my way home again. It's a fucking blizzard out and he's just doing his thing. I asked him if he wanted help getting to the bus stop. He just wanted to know if it was safe to cross the street. He said once he got to the other side it was just a matter of counting and then standing ( Read more... )

The walk is littered with jewels tonight. They're barely visible as they fall, little bits and poor light. But they're so shiny now, on morning's ground, and I can't help but smile as I pass through. It is pretty, or something, at least kind of fun for the eyes. Twinkling always has that effect. And my walk is made slightly more pleasant. I stare ( Read more... )

Was gonna post about La Dolce Vida earlier, but the site wouldn't load, so I hit up this notepad. A little disappointed that Windows "Ultimate" doesn't have Word. Anywho. Fuck, what was this entry about? Doesn't matter. A good day is hard to give up. Probably why I always have a really short Saturday, after some Friday goodness. I say it all the ( Read more... )

Another transitional phase. I think I'll guide this one more than usual. The outcome could be longtime-goal fulfillment. Or possibly a pitiful swan song. Maybe I'll go have another drink. Maybe.......I do wanna be a french fry.

So, I went to Mr. Sub to get lunch to bring to work tonight. When I walked in, the two girls working behind the counter were quietly washing everything with spray cleaner, and I noticed that one of them had a black eye. Like, a nice, big, fresh one. She was very sheepish, and seemingly embarrassed, not making too much eye contact. But I was nice, ( Read more... )

Am I alone in thinking that the continued health and prosperity of the human race is completely dependent upon the ratio of the population growth Vs. the advancement of our beliefs and ideals ( Read more... )

Present circumstances, mixed with a slightly-close-to-home movie pushes some thoughts to the front of the cue ( Read more... )

This is a post of passion right now. I'm listening to 'Sunshine' by John Murphy, at the behest of a twitter post, and I gotta say, well, this is hard, but IT'S FUCKING CRAP. Whew, that feels better. I'm sorry, there's just some people all, "Oh man, it's genius and beautiful, and it really touched my disease-ridden puss-filled vagina." It's banal ( Read more... )

"At what point do you blow up your own spot?" The question. Should it be perfect, or the sooner the better?

I get the feeling that bad things are about to descend upon me. I have a few ideas as to why this may be, but I hope I'm way off base ( Read more... )