Every week, I get a sentence from my friend and I have to write about it for four minutes. When he gave it to me this week, I thought it was going to be fun to work on later on. I mean, a horse! And he’s ALONE! Who was riding him? Maybe there was a …
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Weekly writing assignment
This week’s writing thing: “It’s not my fawlt I wuz home skoold” So I have to write about this for four minutes: This is a stupid sentence. You figure someone home schooled is going to have a parent that gives a shit and maybe has some kind of pull to get that sort of thing …
Writing Assignment
My friend gets a writing assignment once a week at school for the next four months. His teacher gives him a sentence and he has to write for the next four minutes with that sentence in his head. I’ve decided I will go along so as to keep my mind from atrophying as quickly as …
10 o’clock on a Monday
I tried to find a song today didn’t know the name or artist of it just needed to hit the spot bring me down to the llano something in it about a hundred phones ringing. One of them was calling for you. Clicked through the emo junk painted blue fingernail crap crude mascara painted tears …
Eat N Run
Eat N Run Orange haired potato sack tricepped bullhorn mouthed Keeper of the cafe con leche. She calls for hellfire on the skinny Brazilian who trundles over to make the toast (with or without cheese) (provolone, Swiss, or American) She rolls her eyes at him frowns her head at the cameras hanging from the ceiling …
Remembering
My dad doesn’t remember much when I ask him about the kinds of things I did as a baby and when I did them. He says, “Eras normal.” Walked at about a year. Talked at about a year. And a shrug when pressed for details. Even when I ask if certain things I remember are …
Momma Gets Older and Finer
Today was babymomma’s birthday. We’re not allowed to talk about how young she is as it’s a national secret and if she tells you, she then has to come to your house and do terrible things to your underpieces while you sleep. When you wake up, there will be no feeling below your waistline (or …
Why I Don’t Read Baby Magazines
Because baby Hitler is waiting to pounce.
Red Deck, Blue Sea
Almost done with the deck now. The worst of the cracked and rotted boards have been replaced. They sit on the temporarily relocated deck table in the northeast corner of the yard casting long shadows in the late afternoon sun. Some of boards’ ends arch up at the sky like old fashioned cartoon skis. Got …
Teefing
I think the little guy is teething. He’s usually in a good mood but since last night, he’s been cranky and drooling like crazy. We gave him some baby Tylenol to maybe help him with any potential pain. I can cheer him up as usual by throwing him around and “flying” him. But it only …