The Artist At Age Three

I'd really like to think that I was just trying to pet the kitteh with my foot -- something my father used to do for our dogs. However, bear in mind that I was the same child who stared lovingly at my baby sister when she came home from the hospital, then turned to my mother and said, Do you ever just love something so much that you want to take a bite out of it?

And here I am wishing for port and cigars at an early age.

Late Night Missive

I'm posting from my phone in a bar where I just met Nelson Mandela, who bought me a sidecar and challenged me to a Karaoke Death Battle!

Just kidding; I'm home in my pj's, listening to Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. I love this song, but, well there's no other way to say this: IT DEPRESSES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Even with my urban diet of antidepressants and wheatgrass, I am filled with sadness. This might also have to do with the fact that every time I hear it I think of broken people and violence. (THANKS CHARLIZE.)

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I could take Nelson in karaoke, 'specially with Journey in my pocket.

streetlight people / living just to find emotion / hiding somewhere in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!!!!!!!

Stick around, internet. If I'm still up in a few hours I will prob. start posting emo poetry about snow.

I confess I ate fruitcake for breakfast

watch it at YouTube





*seriously, WHO EATS FRUITCAKE? Me, I guess. I...I liked it. I had a fruitcake epiphany!

The perks HAHAHA

Today I'm filming a peri-rectal abscess I&D.

I'll let you guess what I&D stands for. It's not Inebriated & Drunk. Or Insightful & Deep. And it definitely does not stand for Icing & Doughnuts.

But, hey, I get to wear scrubs and imagine I'm on television. Though the patient might not agree to the filming. Usually people say yes, and I can be very reassuring and professional, but I can't think of a good way to say, "Hey, sir, mind if I tape your bum surgery?"