Sunday, July 01, 2012

I really have nothing to say here anymore. If you want to find me, I'm here: twitter.com/whimsyharbinger  and here: http://whimsyharbinger.tumblr.com/.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Chi la fa l'aspetti

Subterfuge
Apathetic
Deceitful
Manipulator
Self-Centered
Ruse

These words correctly describe the man that you have become. This is not slander, but a substance of truth. In reality, it matters not.

You have stated in a dream fiction sequence that I blame you for all my problems. This is actually not completely accurate. I blame you for your lies. I blame you for ruining my honor. I blame you for breaking your daughter’s heart. I blame you for never saying, “I’m sorry.” I blame you for not letting me leave 10 years ago.

My anger is my own. I take ownership of it. You can’t take it away. It’s a tool that I use to move forward and look towards a new and exciting future. I am not perfect nor am I a saint. I’m just a person with needs just like everyone else.

You mean nothing to me except that legally you are the father of my child. For this, I will be civil to you but nothing more. The time will come that she will know you for who you really are. I will be there to pick up the pieces when you break her heart again. I will always be there for her in a way that you are not.

At this point, there’s nothing further to say. It’s all been said or not said. So, this is it. This is the end.


Finis

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Sunday Morning

You have to love Sunday mornings. It's the unique mix of quietness and the obscure. Taking the bus downtown is always an adventure but today has been a treat. First, a drunken hobo asks me when the next bus is scheduled to arrive. I told him it's down the block. Then, he gets in my face saying I just want to see your eyes. Let me look at your eyes! I quickly walked away. He got on the next bus and I took a sigh of relief. Not one second later, I smell the distinct odor of marijuana. I turn to my left and there is a gray hoodie wearing guy with a clear umbrella smoking a joint. I walked towards the street and luckily my bus pulled up to whisk me away to my next adventure.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Friday

It's Friday night and that means different things to different people. To me, it's a time to unwind and relax. Moreover, it's a time that I can devote to myself. So, tonight that means drinking whiskey sours (damn, I forgot the maraschino cherries) and watching Due Date and Winter's Bone. I'll bid you adieu.

Bon Soir

Saturday, January 29, 2011

What up?

I wrote a poem. It's saved on my desktop. Hope you have a nice day.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Top or Bottom

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Found

I went on a flight in September and just found my notepad with hilarious tweets I forgot to post. It's just easier to blog this whole note. So, enjoy the pressurized cabin observations.
Tweets
9/12/09 airplane flight from Seattle to Lihue.

17:00 The guy next to me has extremely long toenails and should
probably invest in some toenail clippers.

17:19. The guy behind me is asleep and snot is running down his nose.
Not Aqualung, though close.

20:05 toenail guy and snot guy are friends.

20:06 third and final beverage service includes a free Mai Tai. I'm sure it's more Mai and less Tai.

20:37 older lady with perm, fanny pack, Birkenstocks and a pink
corduroy double breasted jacket.

20:43 older lady's traveling companion has Texas sized side burns and
orange ear plugs.

21:13 had to wait for the restroom with a changing table. It smelled of vomit. Somebody partook in too much alcohol.

21:14 somebody reeks of b.o.