“The Luck of the Irish just means you will be subjected to the occasional potato famine and racism/narionalism.”
Referees used to throw live chickens whenever an infraction occurred. #sport
“He enjoyed the spotlight. He was the agent of Darkness.” #weiting
Isn’t a function that doesn’t work impossible?
“They were talking’ trash. They were garbage collectors.” #writing #throwawayline
St. Patrick’s Day “celebrations” are an American export. #marketing
Just heard some lyrics: “…when your headrest’s next to mine.” #music #lyrics
“Everything is fine if you are already damned.” #writing
“Dance like the wolves are nipping at you.”
“Gumption is something I don’t know I have. But I guess it’s pretty much like fun, which I don’t have.”
The new Nintendo Swith is going to be called: The Nintendo PrettgSoon. #nintendo
I am celebrating St Patrick’s by having a Reuben. That doesn’t sound Irish.
“He lost his mind on I95.” #writjng #throwawayline
“He was so drunk he started a fight with the guy in the mirror. He ended up hurling a stool at it. Then the real fight broke out.” #weiting #throwawayline
“She was the reason for many a bar room brawl. Everyone who saw her fought to be the first out the door.” #writing #throwawayline
“I’ve discovered that books are attracted to and tend to accumulate around those who read. Books feel safe with readers.” #reading #writing #books #library
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” “I want to be a Walmart employee.” #dreams #life #character
“The badge of honor is tarnished, but the sword of vengeances is razor sharp.” #writing #throwawayline
Live in existential joy instead of residing in existential dread. #life
I’ve never heard anyone sidle up to the bar and order “A shot of whiskey. And leave the bottle.” I must hang out at the wrong kind of places.
It’s been another house stuff and errand stuff morning.
Eat food. Write. Ramble in!
You live in the past. You live in the future. Occasionally, you are here. #life #failure
Happy Birthday, if you celebrate.
Happy Buzzard Sunday