Two more days to the marathon. You want a resolution Some kind of revolution !
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Yo will hide in the backroom and bat at the magnet fly. A year ago, a man came in and bought two of these plastic insect magnets. The last was meant to be football.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Yo. Mister Yo. Yo-yo-yeooohh. Yo Mister Yo he’s sucha rapper in the day he’s totally worn out while I work at my deskz. Yo Mister Yo he’s sucha kickass napper in the night he’s sleepin’ with his head hangin’ off the chairz. Yo-yo-y’all.
Why didn’t I write a poem about this, ever? Maybe that’s why this Katy Perry song means a thing enough for a post. I think, and I’m sure it gets mixed up often, but the one that got away is not the same thing as the one that broke your heart. To me.
Yo has not been eating and being generally lethargic. Cats can be depressed, I know, like anyone. But nobody told us it could be so touching, this worrying. Someone told me the reason animals can’t talk is because they may carry tales. I wish Yo could tell me how he’s feeling, and I will [...]