Paint a portrait of my mystery.

That’s right wood. chuck. chuckers, it’s. Groundhog Day! In commemoriam, herewith somethan I wrote but ne’er posted which depicts the demise of last year. Followed by something I wrote in the Spring of my soliloquy step. that was then … I’m living in an Aaron Sorkin drama. Except without the rapid-fire repartee and seasons of success. […]

Trapped in a glass case of emotion.

There’s a disturbance in the force. Can you feel it? Today, I went out to lunch with my ‘team’ – an awkward, alcoholic affair with sharks aplenty. For one denial day, we aspired not to be co-workers, just co-people.  What the fuck was I thinking? Through a sea of red flags I waded, over the hill […]

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 feels […]

the wuc bytes – the switch

I’m feeling particularly bipolar, just thought you should know. Today, I subsist on the upward swell of a wayward zephyr – with spring poking its salty nose out, sniffing the air like a groundhog, deciding whether it’ll grant me my yenned renaissance. Yesterday, winter was in full force, wedging my emotional undies right up into […]

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 working […]