We have been inconvinient.
Semi-blind, perpetually one second behind
Self-preservation turns to vanity and vantiy to lies.
We trade a chance of happiness for safety.
And there we stay, huddled, scared to look outside.
Settling to expirience each other muted and blurred, in snips.
We've cut our losses.

Phobias

Here are few phobias I thought interesting. See if anyone can guess what they are. Should be easy enough.

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.(.......and their computer chips)

Ithyphallophobia.( sometimes a fear of mine)

Eurotophobia.(not usually something I fear)

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.( The Greeks had a strong sense of irony)

My mind is a fit throwing 3 year old with ADD.



Oh yeah!..........Happy New Year!

Note to self:

Always check the washing machine for disposable diapers.
Failure to do so could result in dire consequences.

So far I have not lifted a finger to anything about Christmas decorating. I actually just recently took the rotten corps of what was the Jack-O-Lantern off my porch after Kylie looked out there and informed me that he was dead.
If it was up to me I wouldn't bother decorating. It's not like I entertain anyone at my place. Being a parent I do feel obliged to put forth some effort in making Christmas special.

So I figure I should start with a tree of some sort. Come to think of it I haven't had to pick out a tree in quite some time. I always just left it up to room mates.

So the big question is at hand. Do I buy a live tree and let it fill the house with the lovely scent that freshly butchered trees give, along with the needles? Or do I buy one that comes in a box along with the feeling that I just lost part of my soul, but can be reused for year and years to come, thus saving the lives of perhaps dozens of happy little trees?

So now I will contemplate the choice at hand while creating a new definition for pathetic: Eating a microwave chicken pot pie, alone, on a Saturday evening, while listening to sappy alt rock.

Sometimes + = -

I got a pay raise last week. A meager 1.4 percent. Not one to complain too much, after all 35 cents an hour more can add up.... well a little. Assuming I work 40 hours a week that would add up to 14 dollars more every payday. 14 dollarsa week could pay for a gym membership or maybe cable t.v. or a case of beer...OK a case of cheap beer(Natty Ice?)

Turns out it all was elaborate scheme cooked up by my dear old Uncle Sam and his toadies down at the IRS. By giving me this pittance of a raise they have all too slyly bumped me up to the next tax bracket which means that they will "legally" get to take my well deserved 14 dollars a week as well as about 80 cents that was initially mine to take home.

Bummers dude....

Die Emo kids!(It's ok I think they want to)

I haven't laughed this hard in a while. Watch this. For more info on Emo go here.