Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Tweetables -Part Two

Tweetables - Part Two

Stuff I've never tweeted on Twitter...

Is it necessary to say tweeted? Can't I just say posted? Do real men tweet or twitter? I'll bet they obsess about the number of their followers, too. #posted

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.

I'm broken and cannot be fixed, yet cannot be destroyed. (Another late night of self-loathing)

Self edit button is in overload today. Won't be long and I'll be calling tech support: pharmaceutical or well mixed potion.

Waiting for PFT to approve my late night posts is like sitting on the toilet after indulging in an all-you-can-eat chocolate, dairy and steak buffet.

I know I'm supposed to 'do stuff' this morning, but I'm un hitching the wagon called life and taking a tumble in the meadow high grass to get lost for awhile. Darn thorns.

I never got Zack Galifianakis, but I did learn to spell his name today. Moving on.

The drama has been sapped from these sitcom romances when you know each newcomer to a show has only signed on for four episodes.

To the guy who nods his approval, "nice ride," I say, " you, too" for the girl I cannot attain on his arm.

Need a filter for the clutter of cliches cramping my unique style. #unique #cliche

Twitter is so instantaneous and reactive that if you don't have a clear take, the convo is downstream b4 you know it.

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





Somehow, some way, one day, I hope to overcome all that inhibits me to get a fuller appreciation of life.

I don't know if that day will come soon. But, I do have kids of my own to raise. Anything I can learn from life lessons, good or bad, can help me teach them.