wereduck

What a shitty day this has been. My department's been behind on several milk and dairy deliveries this last week, mainly because I'm the only one that seems to be working on them, and today I pretty much imploded. First thing this morning, I got sent over to work on bread, even though it was already done, and had to mark down prices on food...
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I'm wondering at what point the smells of skunk and cow manure actually became pleasant to me. Not that I go around actively sniffing those things, but if I'm driving along a country road and one of those smells actually hits my nostrils, I tend to smile and breathe it in.

Quit staring at me like that.

Maybe after several hours of working in a...
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Holy shit I did it. After getting some sleep last night, about the first thing I did was turn on the computer, login, and go to a magazine's website and go through the submission process. Granted, the waiting time is about 3 months, so I'll probably have forgotten about it by the time they reply*, but still, I fucking did it.

Of course, now I'm...
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If I only had some courage.

Today, I've sat ponderously over a submission form for a writing magazine, wanting desperately to send in a short story I had written about a year and a half ago. Unfortunately, I can't seem to take the leap of faith. It's not that I have doubts about my writing or even that I'm afraid of criticism. I do, and...
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This morning, when I punched into work, I saw a sign on the bulletin board that said "Please wear a Patriotic shirt for Friday, July 4" and then blah blah blah. I found it kind of amusing on many levels: how can a shirt be patriotic? Do they mean wear a New England Patriots shirt? How patriotic is patriotic? Can a shirt be TOO patriotic?...
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"Go Subliminal: Kill! Kill! Kill!"
I'm going to tell you this once,
and then it'll be over
gnimaercs mom reccos taht ees uoy
bout-ay he-tay vil-eay ildren-chay?
I've opened the door,
you can do it.
ecaf eht ni reh kcams
ith-way a ychich-psay ast-blay!
Now, repeat after me:
this was only a test.
ereh egassem on si ereht.
emember-ray at-thay, ease-play?

After some urging by googirl, I decided to put up some of my writing, so here's a draft of a kind of slipstream poem I'm working on. Not sure if I'll stick with this one or not, but any input, or random insults about my writing, would be great.

"Chrome Buzzards in Harmony"

Stakeout, make out
palace on a lake house.
Through war, and...
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Holy Fuck! Can it be?! After stumbling around from moving, a bout of the flu, and my own disorganized stupor, have I actually managed to find my way on the Interwebs again? I am shocked. Amazed. Stupified. Awestruck. Dumbstruck. Dumbfound. Slack-jawed. Bewildered. But most of all: giddy, 'cuz now I have my precious internet again, and I have come out of the Industrial Revolution of...
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All leased up and ready to go. Now, I'm going through the nightmare of moving my stuff. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

*pulls out chunk of hair*

Today, I get my first look at the apartment I plan on moving into. It's in a great location and at a price my peon-wages can afford, though I do have to be more strict with my budget.

Unfortunately, the lease says "no pets," and I'm uncomfortable leaving my cats with my parents, who are the only ones able to take them. It's not that...
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So, I guess there's this Super Bowl that's going to be on TV tomorrow, and I'll probably just catch up on "Lost" with the Season 3 DVD instead. Well, except for the Tom Petty halftime show.

Does anyone even really give a rat's ass about the actual game anymore? Every year it's either the Pats or the Packers, even baseball's become more exciting. Then again,...
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