Give my best to your wishful thinking.

I feel a wealth of sadness today. I’m not sure why. If I had to guess, I’d say there is desire and futility battling it out in my chest, with defeat as the veracious victor. It’s maddening that the only kindred men I meet are unavailable. I suppose in the musical chairs of life, whereContinue reading “Give my best to your wishful thinking.”

You can Derelict my balls, Capi-tan.

Tonight. All is right with the world. I’ve had happy champagne, ironically with the scourge of my current existence – my coworkers: Sidewinder, Mufasa and Obama. Sidewinder you know, albeit in passing. Mufasa is the female Lion King to my fastly diminishing kingdom, Obama the beatific bite-sized politician who makes up the set. These areContinue reading “You can Derelict my balls, Capi-tan.”

Move it or lose it, Toots.

Fuckadoodledoo. My landlord just gave me notice. I gotta move outta my beloved abode afore the next solstice. Four years in, I could feel this day approaching – fast and furious like the errant arse of Vin Diesel. Yessireebobtail I’ve dreaded it. Now it’s nigh and, well. I’m gutted. Just quietly. My life is implodingContinue reading “Move it or lose it, Toots.”

You can’t handle the truth!

I think my mojo has sprung a leak. I can hear the soft whoosh and whine of it deflating, like an airbed long used by porcupines. Though, my hope is it’s more of a falter than ‘flater and will rise again (like John Mayer from the ashes of dignity and seldom silence). I have applied forContinue reading “You can’t handle the truth!”

the wuc bytes – crazy stupid love

I feel full of pith. Like Pithy Longstocking, or Gladys Knight with a lisp. “Pith it out!” (To be whooped in titillated Tourettes.) This week, I’m doing my usual gig plus extra duties for the Big Cheese (the boss of my new boss). Or Blue Cheese, as the case may be. For, if we’re grading onContinue reading “the wuc bytes – crazy stupid love”