Apr 23, 2007
The blog of Small Things
Tweet *Been stewing for a while. and no, I’m not about to go buy a Kenny G music-to-slit-your-wrists-by Special Holiday edition. This is pure self-indulgence. Insert disclaimer of choice here.* “Welcome to the pity party. So pleased you could join us. We have trays of masochism and punch so good you’ll cry. Should you be so inclined, a... read more
Jan 22, 2007
weatherman delusions
Tweet They say, when it rains, it pours. They say a lot of things, most of them trite and clichéd, like the above soporificism. But there’s some truth in what They say. Fuck They or Them or any other wise-ass who has the perfect thing to say at any given moment. (this from the master of treppenwitz) So how am I handling the downpour? Not too well,... read more
Nov 15, 2005
seeing the forest for the trees
Tweet Yesterday’s sleep deficit, the three cups of full strength caffeine before 10 am, the two hour long status meeting (my status – leisure is now a cruel and laughable concept) and the compounding of twelve years of inadequacy; all contributed to what could only be described as one heckuva lousy afternoon. And then i get the phonecall.... read more
Nov 12, 2005
from my mouth to God’s ear?
Tweet I must’ve released a grumpy genie when I last dusted through the trophy cabinet. Because I’ve gotten exactly what I wished for. And then some. I’m depressed. Seriously. And it’s certainly not the whimsy I anticipated. No decadent black mood, or the playlist of a cheated generation looping on my Windows media player, just a vacant... read more
Nov 11, 2005
Nostalgia
Tweet I miss being depressed. I miss the despair, the gloom, the self-loathing, the bad poetry. Those were some good times. I used to be dark, edgy, a swimmer flouting the mainstream. I had attitude; I was a rebel with cause. And then I got happy. Out of nowhere, the bitch sucker-punched me. And I’ve never been the same since. read more
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