sunday stalker – the turtle (part one)

She reminded me of a turtle. Slow, purposeful, reclusive. Like she carried an invisible load on her back which made her move very slowly to bear its weight. A turtle is somewhat of an enigma – who knows what it does once tucked inside its shell for the night? What does it think, with suchContinue reading “sunday stalker – the turtle (part one)”

Passing precipitation ‘n’ ponderment.

If the cousin to contentment, twice removed, had a love affair with the Byron of boredom, their offspring would be akin to my current mood. Moments of contentment flash by, like the brilliant white of lightning, before the ever familiar rumble of thunder follows. Sometimes. I have such a feeling of calm that it feelsContinue reading “Passing precipitation ‘n’ ponderment.”

Initiative comes to thems that wait.

Holy shit box, it’s August. With a new month, comes new expectations. None that I’ll rise to, but still. In other news, did I mention that I’m learning Latin? Also known as the language of love (or armor inopiae) (lack thereof). When I imparted this in passing to the dubious fuckers who populate my workingContinue reading “Initiative comes to thems that wait.”

You people make my ass twitch.

I’m not a morning person. As in, waking up for me is like emerging from a heavy coma. I envy morning people, they walk in the light. Their Saturday mornings seem happy places, filled with productive hours and morning papers; their Mondays a time to exchange Disney anecdotes about their light-filled weekends. Barf. I, onContinue reading “You people make my ass twitch.”

Wedged in the bum crack of boredom.

The clouds outside my window are perfect, suspended puff-balls. They look like the clouds in Pixar films, or like the cloud Monkey Magic used to ride on (still jealous). This leads me to tell you that I am bored on a scale unimaginable to the average postal worker; where the concept of stabbing my eyeballContinue reading “Wedged in the bum crack of boredom.”