keith

You ever sit on the toilet and grunt and strain really hard, and it feels like you're going to squeeze out the biggest turd ever, and then when you look at it it's just a little turdlet?

Sometimes I think that's like my relationships. I don't know if I should be grateful for not having a huge pile of stinky shit, or angry that all my effort turned out to be much ado about nothing.

And when the heck is the next interview going to go up? Jeez! I wish people would tell me what's going on, inform me of something. Communicate, smoke signals, passenger pidgeons, telegraph, whatever. I don't care. Tell me something!