because i was an awkward, myopic, narcissistic sort of child
the first third of my life was spent reading
and i distinctly remember wondering
after a bout with an unabridged shakesperean collection
what an ide was
and how precisely it was worn



also
since the time change
pleonast now goes down at exactly four am instead of three
as i stated last week
and takes approximately eleven minutes to revive
meanwhile
it does not save the most recent version of the post draft
that you are typing on when it goes offline

i know this is going to be an issue of significance
considering the number of people composing posts
at four in the morning...



in other news,
i find myself most recently obssessed with
striped socks
or socks with polka dots
preferably multicolored




in still other news
i will continuing to punctuate precisely how i wish
as a conscious aesthetic choice
so you haters are wasting your time




"well...the ides of march have come!"
"ay, they have come...but they are not gone..."

if you ever have any contact with the opposite sex...

EVER....

and enjoy laughing...

then this video is for you!







it was either this video or 37 links to videos of robert downey, jr...

here's a guy who doesn't put his pants on one leg at a time....

is it just me
or has anyone else noticed that pleonast goes down every morning
at 3am EST on the dot for "site maintenance"...


i love thunder and lightning
just wish the barometric pressure
wasn't crushing the very life from my bones


i am pondering the rakeability of a wet yard
and concluding that the leaves will still be there
long after my motivation to landscape has faded into the distance.
what will last longer
is the entertainment factor
that i derive from mocking myself and my domestic aspirations


i think i will leave the leaves to their damp leafiness
and make strawberry muffins instead
as i have more important things to think about these days
than my front yardlet



i think proofreading is a disease






sometimes good bye
is a second chance...