After an extremely fun Halloween party at Mark's last night, I went back this afternoon to help clean up and decided instead that I'd take a few minutes and carve up one of his pumpkins. I thought I did an ok job until I discovered Pumpkingutter. Next year.
As the thing I hate in my head dies due to the pressure of my hands on its throat
Desperation. Attempt at some pathetic pleading kind of eye communication. Fuck you.
Eyes roll back into head.
Loves watching ideas develop.
Loves both making new things and brutally killing things which are dying and/or suck.
Loves to laugh. One chortle leads to another.
Loves struggling with hard problems, and the satisfaction which comes from their defeat and/or defeat of self.
Loves intimacy, sex, women, woman.
Alcohol. Pinball. Things that work.
Loves beer and whisky. See above. So on and so forth. Phone.
Loves mom and dad, brothers, etc.
Loves books, coffee, good music hasn't heard yet/thought about in too long.
Fact teeth and back and belly are in relatively good shape. Winning.
Loves job. Loves art, images, sparkles, time.
Loves data, raw information, ideas. Opinions.
Loves people have bonded with.
Loves blog, self.
Hates blog, etc., but whatever.
Awww... poor bunny