When the mouse costume arrived today, the thrill of exhilaration that surged through me must have surely been equal to that of Ben Franklin’s when he discovered electricity after being zapped by a lightning bolt. At some point however, during my frenzied celebration of running, foaming, leaping and shouting, it dawned on me that the things which were giving me ecstatic glee were perhaps only doing so because I was, rather sadly, unemployed. It had only been five minutes earlier that I’d been amusing myself by belching into an empty milk glass and trying to waft the fumes into my face. Silently cursing the particularly pesky milk fumes that refused to come out from the bottom of the milk glass, I was certain that the belching-wafting entertainment was a symptom of my unemployedness. The question was though, was my jubilance over the mouse costume? When Tim got home, I got my answer. I hadn’t even gotten one word out of mouth before Tim was fully garbed in downy mousey attire and making series of arcane mouse-ing motions with his arms. It was then that I, like Franklin perhaps, was privy to my own little piece of the light, and knew unemployed, or employed, that the mouse costume was timeless.

I like posting on this site late at night. Night time is when I can actually unwind and think and reflect on things…

I was looking over the posts, and I kind of came to a realization. I can’t write anything without using the words ‘cunt’ or ‘fuck.’ No one else seems to have this problem. This really bothers me. I shouldn’t feel the need to swear in order to get my point across.

I am certainly too vulgar. I mean potty humor used to be fun, but now that we are all a bit older and settling into life, it all just seems kind of crude and senseless and uncalled for. I kind of see now why our nation has democratically re-elected George W. Bush and his administration for a second term. We as a people are way too out of control. We’ve corrupted ourselves. We are a morally bankrupt generation.

Maybe I am out of line. Maybe this is the wrong place or the wrong time to tell everyone how I’ve been feeling lately. But something significant has changed. I used to think the darker, dirtier, seedier side of life was something we could sort of poke fun at. But now I realize that it is the undoing of society. I masked my pain towards a societal-down spiral by making stupid jokes about Pop-culture and buying into the rhetoric of Gen X’ers and Gen Why’ers in criticizing the “right-wing moral majority.”

Everything I so adamantly rallied against in the past… I can only say I’m sorry, and try to correct things from here on out…

Just kidding. Fuck fuck titty titty cunt fuck!!!!

Peace.

Morty
the
Mortician
was a kind
of a beautician
who
slurred
his words
cause he needed of
a SpamSieve,
not a liver,
to filter the
whiskey rye,
and when grandfather
died,
my mother
was
absolutely
mortified
when old Morty said,
“No one gives
two hoots
about stuff like nutrition
when you go to the
palace in the sky”.

C roatia is smelly

U nless you like flowers

N ot that I’m prejudiced

T hat would be presumptuous

F uck Croatia anyways

A nd all their Croatian ways

R ed Bull and Red Politics

T hat’s all those fuckers got

My
pants
don’t
fit,
but
I
don’t
give
a
shit,
cause
I’m
unemployed.

Human
head
for
my
hunan
hand,
oh
my
god,
I
just
thought
of
a
name
for
my
bran
new
band.