“Mary, Mary, why you buggin’?”
“Proud Mary keep on burnin’.”
“Hail Mary, etc., etc…”
I promise this has something to do with something, but I’m not there yet.
More of That Word
The same, the same, the same, the same, the same. Some days, everything feels the goddamn fucking same. Pardon that language, but some days everything truly does feel the same. Until it doesn’t. But then it’s back to the same. Know-what-I-mean?
It Just Be Like That
A former mountain biker turned chubby part-time cyclist/full-time slacker with a camera recently said, “I suppose February will be bringing more of the same. Good thing, the same isn’t so bad.” And you know what? That chubby slacker was right!
It’s Over
Well, I’m glad that’s over! “That” being January. The month was long, sunless, dark, dank, gray, slushy, and boring.
Weather Maker, No No No
It seems the beginning of 2020 has left me paralyzed with nothingness. Wait, no, that’s way too hyperbolic. Actually, I’ve just been a fleshy ball of slack and the innocent victim of uninspired connubial relations betweenst mythological weather makers.
Mindbenders & Burritos
OK, I’ve sat, drank coffee, and poked around the societal and moral train wrecks that are NSFW Reddit pages long enough; it’s time to get to the gym before the students wake up, and the lunch break, New Year’s resolution hordes descend upon my go-to machines.
Back to Lack & Hopes
I would love to post some year-end 2019 love fest, and how I’m looking forward to 2020. Since I lack any ambition to do that, I will just say that I am glad to see the ass-end of 2019.
Little Wishes, Big Problems
I am off to Western PA tomorrow morning. This is not a want, but mandate thrust upon me, along with a heap of (non practicing) Catholic guilt. Such is life. I guess I will return, and in the process, add to the Internet’s visual cacophony. Sorry. Have a good holiday if that’s what you’re into. Or, take a hostage, what the do I care.
Later.
Shrunken Flaccidity
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I have returned. It’s probably more like an unwanted erection rising briefly before returning to a life of shrunken flaccidity betweenst a fatty pubis, but I think you know what I’m getting at.
Thundersnow Walk
I’m going to do this quick and probably more ineptly than usual before I lose what shred of motivation I have to post something two days in a row.