I shouldn’t have posted that bit about the douche bag gas-station owner. I meant to maintain complete radio silence for the rest of the month. You know, to keep an air of mystery. It should come as little or no surprise that I can’t even shut my pie hole without screwing it up. To catch [...]
Ah, Detroit. Rather than becoming depressed and enraged at humanity when I see stories like this, maybe it’s better to just laugh. And laugh and laugh. Raising, lowering… what’s the difference? That gas-pricin’ son of a bitch had it coming. (via Drudge)
Well, after the “coffee warmer” confusion, I’ve lost all confidence and will to write. I did however have a series of epiphanies today. Does that happen to normal people? Do you ever just stop what you’re doing, wherever you are, and consider an idea that strikes you? I was reading a book in a cafe [...]
This one feels good. Here are the sentences that make up words 9,983 through 10,000: At home I stick the coffee warmer into the mirror hanging on the back of my bedroom door. I sit on my bed and stare at it. Pretty sloppy writing, if you ask me. No revising during November, thank you.