Archive for June, 2013

when the feeling strikes

Posted: June 28, 2013 in otiose
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I’m going to go buy paint after midnight on a Friday morning. Sure. Why not? What you think is a national spectacle is a fucking joke.

Posted: June 26, 2013 in hidden admonishment

Start Small

Posted: June 25, 2013 in otiose
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You said I could quit today.
But if I really wanted to.

If this is what I need to do.

I won’t.
But I do want to.

I’m sick of humoring people
who genuinely think
“There really is something to that
2012 thing.”

Even though it’s 2013.

I’m sick of explaining your taxes
and your insurance policies
when it’s all written out for you.

It’s all right there.

I’m reading the same papers you are.

I don’t want to manage people.
I don’t want to train.
I don’t like the high turnover.

I’ll stay, but I’ve pushed it to the back burner.

Welcome home.


Posted: June 24, 2013 in hidden admonishment

Going through some business related bullshit, it has occurred to me that I have absolutely not a single platonic, non-work related female acquaintance.

I guess it’s not really that surprising considering I only have 2.5 “friends” and they just happen to be male.

Hmm…I’ll have to be creative with this nonsense.


Posted: June 21, 2013 in hidden admonishment

Long distance “relationships” are a waste of time for me.

The trinket on my light table is more than a month’s rent.
I’ve picked it up twice.
My boss is more interested in it than I am right now
and I researched it for over five years.

I”m not wearing my own underwear, and it’s one in the morning.
Women are considered an exception to the rule.
You shout at televised sporting events in your room
with girls I’m supposed to be jealous of

and all I keep thinking about is trying to find a new way not to think about anything.

Why don’t you want to fuck me?
Why don’t you want me to fuck anyone?
Why do you want me to think about you fucking other people?

Who the fuck have I become?

I hate my bank.

Posted: June 10, 2013 in otiose

I hated my credit union, so I switched to a bank, and now I hate my bank.

This is one small thing I miss about the small town where I grew up; the little state bank still residing there.