Archive for April, 2012

Whoa…no. No.

Posted: April 27, 2012 in otiose
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I crawled around on the floor for a pale pink pill that did not belong to me, and I stood up empty handed.
I’m sorry.
The concern for what would happen without it was genuine
even though I had the comfort of knowing it wouldn’t happen to me.

I think that means I care about you…


box of ugly words

Posted: April 26, 2012 in otiose
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I’m insanely sick of the term, “fundamental” as popularized by the current Presidency. I’ve tried and tried to forgive its occurrence, but I just can’t listen to it anymore.

Note to self:
Put it in the box with “literally” “condone” and “sneaked” as another word that is just too fucking battered to acknowledge anymore.


Posted: April 26, 2012 in otiose

I’m waiting for May so that I can ask you questions you put into the back of my mind late last year.
I told you I’d wait.

I spend a lot of time waiting, but this time hasn’t been idle.

My factory warranty is about to expire, and the sky has turned dark with rain.
In half an hour, I must leave my room.

For a mid-day social visit…with an intellectual snob.

The cacti seeds are sprouting.

Prototype2 Promotion

Posted: April 26, 2012 in otiose
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Johnny Cash’s cover of Trent Reznor’s Hurt has nothing to do with revenge.

Worst misappropriation of lyrics ever.

the rare upswing

Posted: April 24, 2012 in proselytizaytion

I’m relatively stable right now…almost happy.

My fish survived my latest move…and my plants…and, of course, my bird.
My day job is not bothering me too terribly much.
I feel little to no need to entertain working at night at the moment
although I still look for a legitimate third shift job.
While my debts are still looming, dark and foreboding, they are all square.
In fact, I’ve paid down three smaller debts completely in the past year alone.
Even though the next payoff date is set a year and a half from now…it’s a big one
that will free up a sizable monthly chunk of change for the day to day.
A year and a half is an entirely manageable duration of time to sacrifice
with my head down.
In short, I’ve been successfully living within my meager means for the first time in two years.
I’ve managed internet access, but maybe I’m not quite as obsessive about it as I used to be.
I’ve been reading quite a bit, although my writing has not returned.
I’m okay with abandoning books and authors that I don’t enjoy without feeling guilty.
The other day, I was painting, and I find the urge more frequent since the last move.

I’ve taken the head long dive into mending the rift in my family.
I’ve been invited to Florida this autumn.
I’ve been invited to New Orleans this summer.
I might go…to both.
I’m much more at ease spending most of my time alone.
This is the upswing.
We’ll see how it goes.

Living with a seasoned lesbian that’s rarely around has been surprisingly good for me.
I’m still unsure about the cats.


Posted: April 23, 2012 in otiose
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I left my mp3 player to die
on accident
and was left to listen to the radio.
Left thinking how odd it is that Green Day
transports me back to Goldmann’s Department Store
even though I was introduced to them years before ever setting foot in Milwaukee
and that shit never
played within the beautiful walls of that building.
Funny how memory works.
Listening to Green Day and Nickleback is not my idea of a good morning, however,
so when he showed up and offered his music for a listen, I accepted.

After all, he introduced me to Pretty Lights.

Touch screen.

I scrolled through the options and chose.

“Good choice.”
“Good option.”

Most of it was mainstream rap, although I do like Common.
Silly little suburbanites crack me up.
I chose an anomaly with Neutral Milk Hotel.

I went to choose again and couldn’t help but stifle a smile.
A name popped up that he could have only gotten from one of my own random selections
a few weeks ago.
It was so out of place, and it made me happy to see it.

The Beautiful Girls.

So…you’ve found a way to mine data from me after all.
I wouldn’t have expected that.
Sneaky little bastard.

Enjoy, and thanks for letting me listen to something other than Goldmann’s.


Posted: April 23, 2012 in otiose

Washington Post email headline: “Is the tea party still relevant?”

Deleted: Was the Tea Party ever fucking relevant?