Dollar juggling is anxious-making: what to buy, what to put off. But I'm lucky I still got dollars for juggling.
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?"