What’s the deal with telling me to stop talking to guests when they’re having a good time talking to me and I’m already off the clock and about to go home while you’re all inside taking your time eating your food and there’s absolutely no one else in the god damned restaurant? Eat a dick.
11:09 p.m.
Hello and welcome. I honestly don’t know why you people read this crap or how I manage to become popular in my small group of friends, but you do, for some reason, and I continue to write in order to keep my sanity. So, for you new comers who don’t feel like going back in time to find some things out, here is a link to my cousin’s page as he and I both came up with the “Poetry Sunday” concept. And since PS seems to be the driving force behind my “blog” I feel it necessary to make you all aware of the co-inventor. Here’s the link.
11:28 a.m.
I guess things are still looking up. We haven’t found a house yet, but there are a few renters that seem to like the three of us. Let’s hope things work out with that.
In other news, go Andy! Why? For being a champ.
1:04 a.m.
Haha! My cousin Emily posted a song called “How I Could Just Kill a Man” by someone named Charlotte Sometimes and I thought it was going to be a cover of the song above. Boy, was I wrong.
Cypress Hill, by the way.
I know I’m late, but I” drunk. So here it is, the last 3 poems for poetry Sunday.
Drink
I
Am drunk
And there’s
Nothing to be done
What will
You do?
Nothing
Of course nothing…
Shit
Not much
To say
Since there’s nothing
Roommates
Love
Hate
Bastards
Now
What happens
In months
When we
Can’t relate
We become
The best
Of Friends
Oh well
Who
Who are
You
That plagues
My existence
Telling me
Which way
To turn
Ruining things
Please,
Just tell me
What it is
You want to hear.
3:07 a.m.
As promised, today will be a double helping of PS. I’ll do half now and half later.
P’s & Q’s
Dreams
Wake up
Preposterous preponderance
Rhinoceros
Cheese sandwiches
Ooey…gooey
A
Is for Andy
A
I’m not the Fonz
Happy Days
Yours, mine
Lack of Pants
Eyelashes
Underwear
Pants…no
No pants
Deck of cards
Shoe polish
No Polish Dogs
Only Bratwurst
San Diego
Peaches
One day
I will
Find you
On that day
I will
Laugh
Heartily
I will also
Attempt
To get
A good photo
Just remember
To point
At
The camera
12:38 p.m.