The Weather Wheel

I waxed nostalgic tonight.

Other news...

My accent is a Philly variety of Midland. In other words, it's generic. Nothing special. It's not British, and it's not Italian. Yes, I can speak English...

Me: I had a table ask me if I was Italian today. They said I had an accent.
Ben: bahahaha
Ben: idiots
Me: and tonight at the club someone asked me if I had an accent.
Me: ??
Ben: people are dumb

In-fucking-deed.

Here's Your Future

Let's fight for an end to personality discrimination. Let's campaign for equal treatment based on qualifications, merits and experience. And let's be quick about it; the tests might get a lot harder to cheat.

Laugh.

$$ Cheat and Win! $$

With no bouts of momentary idealism to stop this incredible mastermind, I now have a job as a spaghetti slinger. Hooray for corporate money machines!

If you've noticed (as I recently have), 'meh' is my favorite interjection. Real Words, I am sorry. I promise to limit its use to cheap away messages from now on. Maybe.

It's still raining, but the sun is fast chasing this moonless night.

Lonely And Loveless

I'm listening to Portishead, alone. This is never a good thing.

You don't get something for nothing.
Gotta try a little harder.
It could be sweet.

Meh.

As I Said...

I'm an outlaw. Quick on the draw.

[synchronicity - coincidence with meaning.]

What you want
The fire done burn

Tick-Tock.

Tonight I plan on drowning myself in La Fin Du Monde (I splurged). Maybe then I'll write something less fatuous.