pair o’ pants

Why do we call pants, pants? Why is it plural? Why do we say “a pair of pants” or “a pair of panties”? I don’t say “a pair of bras” or “a pair of t-shirts”. Isn’t that implying there are two? There are different opinions of course, like we have [...]

laundry

Seriously, I want to talk about laundry. Why is it that most people I know dread doing the laundry? It’s not exactly hard, I mean the machines do all the work, right? We just have to sort, throw it in, fold, and put away. It’s way harder to do the dishes. [...]

orange update

I peeled the orange, and then I ate it. It somehow made me depressed.

um

I still can’t bring myself to peel the orange.

little girl lost

peel the orange. peel the orange. just fucking peel the orange. jeez.
I’m staring at this orange and I really want to eat it but I don’t have the willpower to peel it. What does that say about me? Why the hell can’t I just peel the orange? I [...]

tube in a pud

So, this friend of mine (name withheld), had some lovely kidney stones, at least I think that’s what they were. Anyway, he was in major pain. I think mostly when he peed. So, today he went and got a p-r-o-c-e-d-u-r-e and the end result is a lot of pain killers, an [...]

i don’t want to

I don’t want to breath
I don’t want to cry
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to die
I don’t want to
I don’t want to love
I don’t want to hate
I don’t want to eat
I don’t want to wait
I don’t want to
My head is fucked up
My heart is a curse
This poem fucking sucks
But it could be worse
I don’t [...]

shadows

Did you ever meet someone that walks in a shadow? Not a shadow of somone else’s, but a shadow of their own. And you wonder why? Why would anyone want to walk in their own shadow? Not realizing who they are, what their potential is, how great they could possibly be. [...]

yep, I was away

So, yeah, like, I helped my friend and her family move to Montana… I had a great time. I had no idea what it would be like, helping her take care of her kids on a roadtrip, but it was totally fun. It helps that her kids are extremely cool. We [...]

bumper sticker

So, I’m driving to work and there is a minivan (says something right there) in front of me with this stupid bumper sticker:

It pissed me off. Seriously, who the hell puts something like that on their car? What are they really saying? This is what I hear, “I judge others for their [...]

delightfully unorganized

I don’t want to be organized today. My head is raging with chaos and for some strange reason, it feels good. Maybe tomorrow my thoughts will be more organized. Cross your fingers for me.