I Want Out

Getting up in the morning with a purpose is excruciating. I actually liked being wayward and full of choice. Curse this modern world we live in. I need to be a bit more...bold from now on. I'm only half-way sane and the world is boxing my ears in. I'm a faithless man, but the good book inspires so much from me I need to take it with me wherever I go... how irrational is that! (although I know I've seen worse. Much, much worse. Rae's daily rating system notwithstanding.)

Commuters are such polite, boring people. Remind me never to commute ever again. Easter holidays? JUST BRING IT

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Hot Damn

I have a new job. It consists of sitting at a computer while smartly dressed men with cool, calming voices talk on the phone. This job is not very stimulating. You will not be getting higher-level abstraction out of me so easily. It is time to start the challenge. If there was a God, I would be thanking it for the cool change it has bestowed upon us.

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I'm Recording, Do Your Thing

I'm going to attempt my own version of the Ellis Challenge. Balls to Catchy. Thanks babe, you've strengthened me in ways I've never thought possible. Actually, on second thoughts, you had absolutely nothing to do with it.

And now, some of that humor I'm renowned for:

What's the difference between crossing the Mafia and breaking up with your girlfriend?

Nothing, they both make you an offer you can't refuse.

Here's some fictional prose at my fiction blog.

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