Archive for March, 2008

It’s Too Early Man…

So this morning I’m waiting at the T station like normal, correction, I was waiting like normal until this guy comes around and loudly greets everybody with a cheery good morning. Now who the hell does that so early in the morning? But me, like a complete idiot with his unthinking reflexes, greets him back. [...]

Posted on March 25, 2008 at 10:25 am by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Eastered Up The Arse

Note to self: Monday 5:30pm is too late to buy the good discounted shit when it comes to Easter candy.

Posted on March 24, 2008 at 5:10 pm by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Running Festival

So I’m off to run again, this time at two races, back to back. The Husky Run on March 29th and the Luv2Run Boston 5K #1 on March 30th. The worst thing about all of this? I have to be there by 10AM, what a pain. So if you’re around that day and want to [...]

Posted on March 19, 2008 at 9:26 am by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Currently Listening To XIII…

The albums I currently have on heavy rotation, a West Coast v East Coast match ironically. Cold War Kids – Robbers & Cowards I finally got around to checking this album out, a 2006 release I believe. Well, I am an idiot for not forcing myself earlier. They’re about 20% Blues (which I’m usually not [...]

Posted on March 10, 2008 at 4:37 pm by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
In: Music

I Have A Friend!

That’s correct, that’s a scan of a psychotic letter I received recently in the mail. Sender unknown? Check Addressed to TB? Check Sent from the middle of nowhere? Check All my friends are truly oblivious of this? Check So if you or anybody you know hates me (likely) and lives in Pierre, South Dakota (unlikely), [...]

Posted on March 6, 2008 at 7:48 pm by TB · Permalink · 2 Comments
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The Abyss Stares Back Into You

He hovered over the sink, naked, and stared at the mirror again tonight, straight into his undilated pupils, and he wondered to himself where his tears were. He couldn’t stop shaking, no matter how hard he gripped the sink with his bandaged hands. He then looked down and asked himself another question, the same one [...]

Posted on March 3, 2008 at 10:51 am by TB · Permalink · Leave a comment
In: Coughs