I hate Wednesdays.  I also hate people who call Wednesday “hump day,” not because of the content of the argument, but because every person says it like they came up with it.

It sort of reminds me how every person I have every met, once they get to know me a little better (to the point of name variation, e.g. nicknames, playful ‘Y’ additions, etc.) comes to the same nickname for me: Broccoli…ugh.

It usually plays out like this: “Brocy, Broco…Brocy….BROCCOLI!” and their eyes just light up, like they are the most creative person since Humphrey Belcher who thought the time was ripe for a Cheese Cauldron. (life isn’t complete without at LEAST one Harry Potter reference a day) Continue reading “Frat Pit and the Out of Breath Donut.” →

So i had to force myself to write tonight.  Every single verb, preposition, and subjective Nancy go-get-um eeked its way onto the page.

I got three Pages written, which is above par, but I felt every line of virtual ink like a tattoo across my corneas.

Im basically getting at one fair point and purpose: I’m tired right now.

I started back at Gamestop, selling video games to goombas.  Right-O!

I like how you can pick something back up like you never sat it down.  Even after 18 months of not working there, i still new how to do almost everything.

I like the adaptability of man in that regard.  Human beings, given any climate, scenario, or toothpaste, can alter their parameters and thrive. Continue reading “Footloose and Olympic Marinara Quelling” →