Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Tweetables...Part 1

Tweetables - Part One

Stuff that doesn't get to make it on Twitter. Sorry you're stuck with the rest...



Blog = place where I contradict myself daily and no one calls me on it.

My life feels like chewing scenery and beating the brush on the set of Lost. Confusing and pointless.

I can't be patronizing and comment on what you just said (to no one in particular). I'm going to go over here now.

Why don't they make a show about people who only interact through social media? Isn't that real life, or is that only me? Reality isn't good enough for reality shows.

Obsessed with TV. I spurn it and it keeps coming back to me in my weakest hour. Box up some more chocolate, I'm on my way.

Writing lines like this to yourself, knowing you have no audience, really causes you to question your sanity and who the protagonist in your life would really do.

Witty, pun-filled ads, promos, teasers every time I tune in somewhere. No thanks. I've had my fill today reading newspaper headlines.

Been privately owned and operated since 1995. Nothing leftover from my going out of business sale.

The heightened awareness of my work habits forced people to realize I am doing my job like I've been doing all along, and yet, treat it like an improvement.


If I get Alzheimer's and can't remember where the can is, wife says I won't be living here anymore. Gonna write that on my hand along with don't wash hand.

If I get Alzheimer's and can't remember where the can is, wife says I won't be living here anymore. Gonna write that on my hand along with don't wash hand.