Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Collapsing New Buildings

If I could be permitted, I’d like to re-dub May as the month of You’ve Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me. Frankly, it’s a bit more appropriate than May. I may not do much of anything. I’m simply not permitted. But I can have lots of stuff rain down on my head.

Basically, this month has been ridiculously frustrating for me. And there’s really no way to talk about any of it with alienating certain people, or starting wars with others. I just don’t have anyone to talk to about any of this stuff. I can’t even talk about it in the vaguest of ways.

I sort of feel things slipping away again and there’s no one to turn to.

Oh, well.


  1. bartenders. You can give them all of your secrets. (I call May Mayhem)

  2. last year we named may "drunk"

  3. Make that party of two! ... not feeling so cheerful lately myself.

  4. noooooo....that's what your blog is for. I'm thinking that's why a certain blogger we know is going private.

    maybe you just go to what you and discotrash called last May. June is almost here.

  5. You know I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to.

  6. I tried to call a bitch while I was in Bako! I wanted to SEEEE you. I guess the number in Steven's phone isn't accurate anymore, and mine is dead dead dead.

    Mail me your new(est) number, so this travesty doesn't happen again.