Cold, sugary dairy sandwich on a hot day
that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him
I will, without guilt, shill for writing gigs now as my company cut all us contractors. You hiring in Portland and want Oulipo-compliant manuals or docs? I'm just saying.
My morning as a Smiths song: How Soon is Nap
lashings around it. “Um, um, um. Stop that
Proposal: a cynical grab for angry guys' cash that rips off a Richard Bachman book - just call it "Misandry."
Music today: Swamp by Talking Noggins
"What's that? Who's driving? [To what location?] Who knows?"
What I gotta do: work.
What I want to do: watch Nichijou again.
Q: What drinks hum as you approach or go away?
A: Good Libations