Category Archives: It’s All About Me

Disorganization

I’m with Groucho on this one. It may be because we’re both grouchy, but I’ve never been a fan of joining clubs or organizations. Hell, I can’t bring myself commit to a quilting bee. It all started when I was … Continue reading

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I Was a Teenage Gravedigger

They lay in their graves, eternally contemplating their situation, worms and maggots slithering effortlessly twixt bone and putrefied flesh. . . they were the Dead, and I was their Keeper. I was seventeen and this was my first full-time job … Continue reading

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Mine Eyes Have Seen the Gory

Since conquering jock itch, I thought it was time to pay more attention to my aging carcass. Next on the agenda was my vision. More specifically, my right eye. To understand the situation, we must set the wayback machine to … Continue reading

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