Friday, March 28, 2014


I can't really get worked up about anything.  I've tried.

Leland Yee?  Nope.  I may not have known the name, but he was a politician, and the behavior is what I've come to expect.

The fact that I'm not surprised (disgusted, yes, but not surprised) by corruption and hypocrisy on this level in anyone can fuck the fuck off.

Friday, March 21, 2014


I got sick at the beginning of the week--which happens to be Spring Break.  Head cold.  Nasty one.

Wednesday, my head cold moved down to my chest.  Yesterday, I lost my voice.

Today is the last week day of Spring Break.  I step back in front of the class on Tuesday.  And I still don't have my voice.

Being sick on break really sucks.  And it can fuck off.  I've gotten nothing done.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Not feelin' it.

I managed to finish a draft last night, and I'm feeling less than with it this morning, kinda wrung out and out of it.  Have at it: tell the world what's gotten on your tits this past week. 

Friday, March 7, 2014


Okay, it looks like my initial attempt at posting didn't take (didn't even leave a draft), but that's okay.  I've got a better one than just telling myself to fuck off for forgetting that it was Friday.


Cancer can fuck off and die in a crotch fire.

One of my dear friends has a particularly vicious form of breast cancer.  It's not fair.  She's only 35, has a two year old son, and has breast-fed this boy for both of his years on earth.  That was supposed to cut her risk drastically. 

I found out earlier this afternoon. 

The shock has just worn off.