Good Moleman. Everyone has a fear of something. Not everyone. Diet. Where?!? Where?!? Ahhh!!!! It’s Friday, September 10th, 20Two1. The weather in Long Island City is 70˚ & Pantone 14-4123 & somewhere, somebody… Continue reading
Twenty-Three HoursI was awake yesterday.So I slept for six. I don’t wanna leave,But I can’t just stay in bed.Plus, I have to pee Very surprising.My bones, they are not achingFrom the long Friday.… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Top of the hour, time for the morning news. But of course, there is no news yet. Everyone’s still asleep in their comfy, comfy bread. Goodnight, everybody. It’s Friday, September 3rd,… Continue reading
They’re like Cheetos, but 50 times better! [Crunch] Maybe like 52 times better. This is the way. I couldn’t believe that she had never had Baked Cheetos before. I mean, yes, okay, I… Continue reading
As the title obviously tells, I have been writing for 345 consecutive days. I knew that I would make it to this benchmark, but I didn’t think I would have so easily. Don’t… Continue reading
Things had gotten stale. It just didn’t do the trick anymore. I hadn’t seen my friends in weeks. And I wasn’t even sure if they actually missed meAs much as I thought I… Continue reading
Bounjour, Bière Leaguers. That was French for “Bonjour, Beer Leaguers”. Shutouts are always a tough pill to swallow. And I know a thing or two about tough pills to swallow. Ever try to… Continue reading
Ah he’s, athletes in wrestling. Often attempted, rarely pulled off, but always sports entertaining. Actually, that last statement is not true at all. The first match I ever watched with Rachel was Hogan/Rodman… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Ahoy there, Dean! To the book depository! It’s Friday, August 6th, Two021. The weather in SoHo is 83° & Pantone 15-3930 and somewhere, somebody is living out their wildest fantasy. This… Continue reading