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.)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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
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
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Lupe's Grocery
Hello, Interwebs.
On my new blog, I shall practice writing, since my writing 'muscles' have atrophied greatly over the years. Reading college essays for $ has made me a lot dumber than I used to be. So I'll be writing about my lovely neighborhood located just outside NYC, the people places and food vendors it holds, and the view from behind the leash of my hairy best friend, Georgie.
My first topic for discussion: Elderly PimpMan
I often see this gentleman walking to or from the subway. He's got a face like a wizened old turtle, kind of smiling and bald like he's holding back a pointed leathery tongue which might dart out at any second to snap at a passing fly. His face doesn't really go with his outfits though. And to be honest, that's the reason I noticed him in the first place.
(Actually, it was Georgie who noticed him first. When EPM walks by, Georgie stops in his tracks and does that inquisitive head cocked to the side thing he normally does whenever anyone says "barbara walters.")
Anyway. All of EPM's outfits (as you may have guessed from the creative nickname) are of the leopard spotted fuscia variety, including matching fedora and jewel encrusted sparkly cane. Some of them are made from what looks like silky velour while others look like they were sewn together from crusty disused muppets.
But he must just be some nice old man cause I've never heard of a commuting pimp.
right?
On my new blog, I shall practice writing, since my writing 'muscles' have atrophied greatly over the years. Reading college essays for $ has made me a lot dumber than I used to be. So I'll be writing about my lovely neighborhood located just outside NYC, the people places and food vendors it holds, and the view from behind the leash of my hairy best friend, Georgie.
My first topic for discussion: Elderly PimpMan
I often see this gentleman walking to or from the subway. He's got a face like a wizened old turtle, kind of smiling and bald like he's holding back a pointed leathery tongue which might dart out at any second to snap at a passing fly. His face doesn't really go with his outfits though. And to be honest, that's the reason I noticed him in the first place.
(Actually, it was Georgie who noticed him first. When EPM walks by, Georgie stops in his tracks and does that inquisitive head cocked to the side thing he normally does whenever anyone says "barbara walters.")
Anyway. All of EPM's outfits (as you may have guessed from the creative nickname) are of the leopard spotted fuscia variety, including matching fedora and jewel encrusted sparkly cane. Some of them are made from what looks like silky velour while others look like they were sewn together from crusty disused muppets.
But he must just be some nice old man cause I've never heard of a commuting pimp.
right?
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