You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack....

Home improvement rears it's ugly head! I've been actually doing things and not writing.manana...manana....manana my minions.

Was knowing your weakness what made you strong?

I have chosen sleep over posting to this blog as of late. And home improvement projects...that has been the priority. But alas the natives are getting restless so I need to get on it.....tomorrow.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus but he talks like a gentleman

Happy New Year lemmings. I have been enjoying the fruits of unemployment. Which are you ask? Soul crushing self-doubt, personal inadequateness, insomnia, no sex drive and ahh yes tons of free time to peruse celebrity gossip. Envy, I know you have it don't you? It's not really that bad, I am no stranger to poverty as such....but getting canned 5 days before Christmas is a bit....demoralizing. I know my job was shit, I loathed it....I had vivid fantasies of sabotaging the press with a giant Sta-Puff Marshmallow Man. Yet no one likes getting fired....unless they are on a reality show and can parlay it into 15 minutes of unworthy celebrity and a spread in Maxim. But alas I am too "chubby" to be in Maxim. At least according to the forest dwelling prophet. Thanks Crow without a Nest, if a working erection were a prerequisite you'd be ass out as well.

It's far too easy to make fun of him...I should resolve to stop. Fuck that...he's too self absorbed to leave unscathed. The oozing pretentiousness is akin to the stench of patchouli at a Grateful Dead show.I am just unenlightened. No, I am still angry at the knowledge that I was duped. The ego is a powerful motivator. How does he do it? It is not all that difficult to decipher in the land of new age bullshit. Maine, "the way life should be" ; if you subscribe to middle class angst and self entitlement masquerading as spirituality. The pied piper of inner fulfillment is the emperor without any soul.

I am tired..I am weary. I could sleep for a thousand years..

It's supposed to snow the majority of the weekend.....yippee fucking yah!!! To those who don't know, that was sarcasm. Just wanted to point that out from the onset. I am in a mood...when am I not right? No..no most days I get pissy about something vent, then I'm fine. I really am fine for the most part...then from out of proverbial no where a surge of wistful melancholy bubbles out like milk bubbles from the nose of a gurgling child. WTF? Too much rattles around this head...I think too much. It's my Achilles heel..the cerebral nature that sabotages otherwise per functionary situations. I need to sleep this is self defeating at best.