tue, may 20th-2008-11:25 pm
stop and breathe
time has passed and some things have changed. not enough things perhaps, but several of the right things have changed for me to build an anchor to continue on. yes, that is vague, but it encompasses personal and professional levels, which i don't wish to detail, for personal and professional reasons.
the day job burdens of the past 5 months are done with and my summer schedule opens considerably. there's a lot i want to do, both professionally and personally and this looks like the summer to finally make these goals happen. but first a few days off to relax and clear my head and then a willing return to the drawing board.
fri, apr 18th-2008-2:08 pm
livejournal
yes, yes, i'm still here, i'll never leave you. my love may be flaky, but it's like a buttery rich crust on a warm apple and you can't get enough of it.
fri, mar 7th-2008-10:47 pm
i know, i know....
we don't talk much anymore and the distance is deafening. but i still love you and think of you often.
fri, nov 16th-2007-8:39 am
lately...
crazed clients club cool creations.
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fri, jun 29th-2007-10:01 pm
june 29th 7:38pm
i want to touch your iphone.
mon, apr 30th-2007-9:11 pm
?
will you be my cake bitch? i call, you bake, then come. or we could rearrange the order, i'm flexible, but at some point there would be cake.
sat, feb 17th-2007-9:54 pm
separation
my drugs went from $7 a bottle to $30. what use to be $14 is now $60. shit like this is what causes road rage, pimples, impotence and putting a bed sheet and pretending you're a superhero.
fuck a duck, you know?
in december, michael's brain unplugged from the internet and from him.
"what the fuck?" said michael.
"no more," said the brain, "not another goddamn whiny, extra intimate blog post. i can't take it, i'm outta here." and began leaking out through michael's ears, eyes and nose. but not the mouth, because it knew exactly where michael had been with that mouth.
"whoa, wait, you can't go, i need you!" cried michael, frantically trying to stuff brain bits back in.
"nope, sorry, no can do. i'll leave you some muscle control, control of your bowels and the memory of your puppy love in second grade, but everything else comes with me. you can stick around and read that crap, but i've had my fill," and continued leaking.
"where will you go, what will you do?" asked micahel, no sobbing and erection less.
"i dunno, maybe learn the piano, build a nice house."
"and what about me?"
the brain quivered in gooey imitation of shrug. "don't know, don't care, you haven't been using me for much."
"but it's tax time!"
"yeah, but you're poor."
"what the fuck, my parents left me a..."
"a what..." smiled the brain, oozzing and flowing all over the kitchen table
"a...a..a.."
"see, i took everything!" michael's body slumped in the and quietly let out a fart. the brain chuckled, noting it didn't need that ability. it oozed off the table, down to the floor and flowed over into the bathroom off the living room. it looked in the mirror, studying itself intently. "watch out ladies," it thought "the brain is on the prowl tonight!"