I just saw a headline that read "Medicare Drug Card Confuses Seniors."

Honestly, though, couldn't you just play fill in the blanks on that one? Looking for a headline? Complete the phrase....

New Fangled Doohickey Confuses Seniors
Clothing Confuses Seniors
Richard Simmons Confuses Seniors
Corn Dog Confuses Seniors

...Ah, to be a journalist in this time of limitless opportunity...

Fund Race
Your neighbors are probably voting for the other guy.

Frankly, far too many people in my town have given money to Bush. Though I suppose with the white bread gold lined community I live in, I shouldn't be surprised.

Sigh.

"Sloganator, we hardly knew ye..."

How often does a presidential campaign crew so decidedly underestimate their detractors and with such humorous and dead-on results? Not often enough.


Sloganator Memorial

Maybe the kitten came with the fear, maybe, like we said, Jack just needed a friend.

The little Scot Glasgow trips drunkenly across the floor and sideswipes his much larger housemate. It's nearly six am and the morning is still pink, raw with the rushing out of night, and I've got cereal on the brain.

I worry sometimes that I should be worrying more. By God, there's so many things needing worry's attention. But the sun's coming up and there's an eleven hour workday looming. Two days from surgery. Five minutes from breakdown.

I'll figure it out somehow.
Looks like the cats have.

I need a new outlet.

Time again...

For disappointments and uneasy malaise.
For fake laughter and sad meals.
Wasted money and angry boredom.

That's right, my birthday's tomorrow. Hoo-freaking-ray.
Well you won't see this pyrobaby getting her hopes up. I know better now that I'm nearly a quarter of a century decayed.

Bring on the sparklers.

Until I feel like sitting here numbly poking at my own template, this one should do.
Hm.

Yeah.