monday, monday cold wet monday

...how could thy be so cruel...

... cuz i'm sleeping in, crib is warm
and i know i aint no fool...

Bonny

my little baby girl so sweet and sensitive with a canine intellect that is both wonderful and problematic. she's the unruly kid in the back of the class that makes A's, wears leather and is too cool for school. must retain a firm hand until she gets it but she's getting it so on we go

1-11-11

don't have any idea how significant the date is but it's pretty neato torpedo anyway. my next favorite coingkydink will be 11-11-11. now how cool is that?

1/9/11

a week into it not counting the weekends this new orbit around the sun and on we go shedding our skins along the way haunting our own shadows and babbling excuses

hello 2011

alrighty then, glad to be alive. crawled out of the wreckage this morning to be greeted by loud fucking sunshine. pain reminds me i'm still here which considering the alternative is preferable. i shall endeavor to persevere once again.