Good Moleman. Who the devil are you? I don’t know who you are, but I’m sure you’re a jerk. It’s Friday, May 21st, Twenty-Two One. The weather in Astoria is 75˚& Pantone 13-4304… Continue reading
Hey, cool, it’s Thursday already. Time to bother somebody I know to pick a random number and object so I can have an excuse to write something stupid! This weeks suggestion comes from… Continue reading
Into the slog The mountain goes much higher And I’m too far lost in it To even notice how far I’ve come * Into the slog Ideas are harder to grasp Words turn… Continue reading
She wakes up on a pile of clothes. She wouldn’t slept on her bed, but it’s housing another pile of clothes. So it’s be like sleeping on a steeper mountain of clothes. Maple… Continue reading
What up, Beer Leaguers! I’m going to be frank with you, but I’m not going to change my name to it because there’s already too many hot dog related names. I just got… Continue reading
For me, having a lazy Sunday is about as rare as a Sunday without annoying national sports broadcasters or a Wal-Mart without a maskless bearded old man. But its happened, somehow. I don’t… Continue reading
Top of the 1st, Marlins 0, Dodgers 0 Oh, Clayton KershawGetting out of early trubbsWith backdoor sliders Don’t need front row seatsOr even a big TVJust a comfy chair Forget what I saidHad… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Stop pummeling me! I’m filled with chocolate! It’s Friday, May 14th, Twenty-Thousand and Two One. The weather in Chesaning is 54° & Pantone 15-3919 and somewhere, somebody is far away from… Continue reading
Hooray. It’s Thursday. The day where I’m at the literary mercy of a person I choose. And today, I made the mistake of choosing my lovely wife, Rachel, who I am going to… Continue reading
It’s still not quite SummerWe can’t get ahead of ourselvesMother Nature just has a feverAs she rapidly shifts her climates It’s still not quite SummerI could tell when I walked out the doorAs… Continue reading
