December 8th, 2009


morning rant ... good for the soul ...

He waxes desperate with imagination.

Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.

Have after. To what issue will this come?

Something is rotten in the state of

Heaven will direct it.

Nay, let's follow him.

A Coffee mug with cinnamon, some butter cookies and a craving for a cigarette later ...

Anxiety is hitting hard.

I see a disaster coming up. Too soon to tell (I only hope is not too late).

Phone is ringing.

It refuses to arive.

Time is still ...

My sister keeps on asking me to do stuff.

I am annoyed ...

I keep on thinking, it is not my fault she had to have two children, and now she has no time for anything (or a life).

Sometimes I feel like I should have a kid JUST to excuse myself from doing ANYTHING.

It is a great excuse isn’t it?

- Can you please pick up some sugar from the super market on your way over?

- Oh no I am sorry but I have children, I don’t have time.

- Gah …

- Can you pick up the phone please I am in the shower

- I’m sorry … children … no time

- Would you like to have dinner with me?

- No can do … Children …

- Can you please wash your hair!!!! You stink!

- Children ...

- Are you alive in there?

- UG Chldrn …

- Would you mind terribly if you go fuck yourself?

- …

How come, some people with children get so fully and utterly socially comatose?

Say what?

I am too selfish am I?

Well, fuck you and your donkey! If THAT is MY excuse then so be it!

- Can you please pick up some sugar from the super market on your way over?

- Nahhh … I’m sorryyyyy …. I am too self-absorbed right noowwww I don’t have time.

Do you see the pattern here?

Oh but I digress




King Claudius: …. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions …