Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Vain babbling
This morning while I was on the freeway I was picking my nose, really digging in there for about 2 minutes. I looked over and the girl in the next car was laughing at me. She gave me a thumbs up, because I always look good, even when I’m picking my nose.
Next, when I walked into the office, I found a rather large moth clinging to the wall. I poked it and called it’s name (moth, moth), but it was unresponsive. I cradled it in my palm and stroked it’s furry back, crooning softly and willing it to wake up. It finally stirred, either due to the heat from my hand or my spiritual bond with animals and insects, I can’t be sure which. My lepidopteratic friend began to flap its wings in anticipation of joyous flight into the morning as I murmured encouragement. At last, it burst from my palm and began to fly drunkenly in slowly tightening circles. I then realized that my fingers had destroyed the tiny scales on its wings, dooming it to forever crawl the earth, gazing into the sky and cursing the misguided good Samaritan who crippled it. I asked myself what Bear Grylls would do, and I knew immediately. With a heavy heart I plucked the poor creature from the sky, and ate it for breakfast.
Next, when I walked into the office, I found a rather large moth clinging to the wall. I poked it and called it’s name (moth, moth), but it was unresponsive. I cradled it in my palm and stroked it’s furry back, crooning softly and willing it to wake up. It finally stirred, either due to the heat from my hand or my spiritual bond with animals and insects, I can’t be sure which. My lepidopteratic friend began to flap its wings in anticipation of joyous flight into the morning as I murmured encouragement. At last, it burst from my palm and began to fly drunkenly in slowly tightening circles. I then realized that my fingers had destroyed the tiny scales on its wings, dooming it to forever crawl the earth, gazing into the sky and cursing the misguided good Samaritan who crippled it. I asked myself what Bear Grylls would do, and I knew immediately. With a heavy heart I plucked the poor creature from the sky, and ate it for breakfast.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Your Attention Please
The only thing able to pull me out of my non-posting slump was the birthday of dear Adrianne. I love you haney, for so long you've been my best friend, confidante, and shoulder. I love you dearly and hope for only the best things for you in the coming year.
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