Friday, June 26, 2009

i just 'bing'ed 'google'.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

don't fucking touch me

I said, "Doctor, (Doctor!) Mr. M.D., (Doctor!)
Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me,What's ailin' me?"(Doctor !)
He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all you really need is good lovin'!
(as well as this bottle of Sulfacetamide Sodium Opthalmic Solution.")
good lovin'!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

break at work

drinking coffee and rainwater in even ratio, [the coffee for the antioxidant properties, rain for the oxidants] and the kid says to me over the din
"this gets repetitive"

Thursday, June 11, 2009

"But the need," she protested, "it's void. What can fill that?"
He cocked his head and grinned at her. "What is already filling it. The real thing"

-Thomas Pynchon

Quitting Cigarettes is very hard. But if this works out, I'm counting on you to not let me be one of the preachy ones.

[it kind of feels like your soul really has to pee and your best bud just up and disappeared]

Monday, June 08, 2009

cinnamon surrogate cigarette

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

another dumb clean joke plus new 'interactive' epilogue!

Dear Diary,

I was driving home and imagining a picture to myself. The picture was of myself [a favorite subject, is this not why I have a blog after all?] It wasn’t really an exciting picture, but I was imagining it hard and that’s what counts. Though I suppose driving home is a sort of bad time to be really imagining anything or fully delving into daydreams, etc in the first place. But anyhow I was and a little bored, and a little lonely too [is this not yet another reason I have a blog?] And in the picture of myself I was wearing cowboy boots. I am not sure why, maybe it was because of the hillbilly music the radio was playing. At any rate, I’m driving home and picturing this and I’m thinking to myself, “Jesus, I look silly, who wears cowboy boots with shorts?!”

Hyuk hyuk hyuk.

Your turn to imagine a picture of me:

In real life once I wore black-loafers-with-no-socks-and-shorts-and-short-sleeves -and-a-tie to a wedding because it was the groomsmens’ “uniform” and I had to. I was a little fat then.

Looks like Baby Huey or something right?

Okay bye!
-Keith Dubya

Monday, June 01, 2009


i stained a dock, i am proud of myself.

About Me

My photo
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking It's a friend, and it's a companion, And it's the only product you will ever need Follow these easy assembly instructions it never needs ironing Well it takes weights off hips, bust, thighs, chin, midriff, Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job, it is a job And it strips the phone company free take ten for five exchange, And it gives you denture breath And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion