Saturday, December 19, 2009

You're In the Way

You're in the way of my car. Did you think they made the sidewalk just for you? They didn't. They made it for me. Please remove yourself from my sidewalk. I have places to go and things to see, and I don't need to be pulling your teeth out of my bumper.

Friday, December 11, 2009

You Dare Defy Me Hot Cocoa?

How dare you defy me hot chocolate. I put a cup under the spigot and you were suppose to fill the cup and not just throw hot chocolate over the counter while Southern people called me 'Miss' and pointed at you. Naughty, naughty hot chocolate. Adding one more thing to my list of ever growing things that I must accomplish in a short period of time. Yet you choose to make a mockery of me and just run all over the place and dribble down the counter onto the shelf.

I don't even want to talk to you hot chocolate.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Snooooow Angeeeeeeels

How now white snowflake. You flutter from the sky and hit me in the eye as I look up. Do you think that's fair? Do you think that's right? No. No it's not. Fluffy little bastard. I bet you're just trying to control my mind like a weather pattern. Well you'll get no satisfaction from me! You will not control my mind no Siree-Bob. You can't own me snowflakes. You can't call my soul your little play toy. I will not be a puppet to your mockery!

I wanted to make a snow angel on someone's car. I told him there was enough snow to do it. Funny thing was, I think he would have let me.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

The Way of the Hunter

Inspiration is an odd thing. Often it is fleeting and I am too lazy to give chase. One wishes they had a bow and arrow with which to immobilize inspiration so that you could catch up to it much easier. Ah! That's it. A holding trap for inspiration. I shall set up a little hiding place in the tree. I will set a holding trap. When inspiration wanders through, I shall jump down and catch it. You shall not run from me fleet footed inspiration! I am the mighty hunter. You shall cower before me.

Sometimes time interferes with inspiration. For an artifact of man, time sure gets in the goddamned way. I won't waste time on a holding trap for time. I'm simply going to smite it and be done with it. I will raid it's corpse and I will have all the time in the world.

Lots of time. Inspiration held. I will have myself a ball.