t3chmonkey

(I haven't written any poetry in a while, so please tell me what you think. You can be mean, I can take it.)

Your lips are cracking from all your dry wit
your tongue is sticking, it's difficult speaking
with a mouth of glue, of frothy spit
And your eyes are burning dry
bleeding at the corners of your eyes
from the tears that you...
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I have no idea what I've done deserving of the ass-beating that fate is still in process of giving me. But Jesus. can't this be made in the least bit coherent to me so as that I might walk away with some sort of lesson imparted?

Or is it really that simple? Life fucking hates you, kid.

New Powermacs!!!!! Wooooo!!!

Why am I so excited? I can barely afford lunch, let alone a machine that's a bajillion times faster than my old 450 sawtooth G4.

I'll tell ya why: Because today when I'm daydreamin about the finer things in life at work, I'll be daydreaming of a new G5.

And, uh, a really expensive lunch.

The descending order in which I read the news in the morning (or, a close look at my geekiness and subsequent value system):

-Macsurfer: Because any day now, the whole page is going to filled with how Apple has managed to unify the world in one night. Until then, there's gossipy speculation on hardware,

-Suicide Girls: To see if I've got any comments...
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There's nothing sexy about a melancholy journal entry, is there kids?

I think I'll spare you and just on the porch for a while.

I'm sorry, your Honor, but my client can't comment to the validity of of the Prosecutions claims.

My client has no memory of the events in question, Senator.

Regardless of what my bank account says, I don't have jack-shit. All that money is allocated elsewhere.

But... I went out drinking last night anyway. Borrowing against the tips that I could possibly make today.

Let's just say; to recoup my losses, I'm gonna have to be one charmin' mo-fo.

Sofa's that turn into beds do not make them beds. They are just sofa's with too much ambition.

Went to my aunts wedding. They could have been standing in a grocery store line for all they seemed to care. I wore a suit. The groom wore a hawaiian print and kaki shorts.

I wonder what my first marriage will be like.

Dum-dum-da-dum!
Dum-dum-da-dum!

My aunts getting married to a crazy frenchman tomorrow. Good for her, right?

You'd think I'd be a decent enough person to step away from myself and consider the impact this has on her life in terms completely separate from me.

But no. I get her excited phone call and the first thing I think to myself is: Ooooooh. Free food.

I just can't stay away.

Ridiculously hot bartender went out of her way to hang out with me tonight. We stayed at the bar and played "photo hunt". She kept pressing against me.

Compared to some of the guys I work with, who are infinitely cooler than me, I have no idea why she did this.

I chalk it up to leading a charmed life.

Which is why I know...
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