bravo tv is destroying my life

why do i sabotage myself?

instead of studying greek or working on my thesis or doing millinary things, working out, or any of the 87 semi productive things I could be doing, I spent hours googling random crap while watching reruns of tabatha's salon takeover.

wtf?

the hilarious thing is when I read gradcafe or any of those other lame websites (to waste time, obvs), all those brainiacs seem to do the same thing, upon returning home from 7373 hours in the lab or at their crusty old library corral.

i just seem to be skipping the actual work part.

(still, way to be scholarly, folks.)

another shite poem

Fallout 3- An Elegy for my Social Life
dedicated to the irish contingency


the neverending battle
to locate your father, liam neeson,
(a ballymena man)
spans 63 hours
at present count.

as you puzzle over blinking green codebreaking screens
cross referencing wiki pages
and occasionally getting the dog riled up at the excitement of it all

my eyes lurch from their sockets with electric strain
like a baby with a goiter
or steve buschemi in anything

watch your opposable thumbs while you sleep.

crazy cat lady

Crazy Cat Lady
a poem by moi


the smell of tuna and urine is oddly comforting
but it is only false companionship
they will eat you when you're dead