I’m not so good at pimping myself.

I’ve re-committed to Satan’s Bookclub, and being a better book blogger. Consider this pimped. You can look forward to some more blatant pimping in the future.

Sassy!

do you think we have an inner musical instrument, for lack of a better way to explain it… for example, for me, it’s the cello. The sound frequency of a cello must just speak to me, because it affects me more, hits me deeper, than other instruments. I must be connected, on the inside, with cello strings.

What musical frequency are you on? [because I can’t think of a better way of saying ‘what musical instruments gets it done for you?’]

that I might not be the best fit for a corporate environment. Today I got a hot dog for lunch at this specific hole in the wall food stand, just so I could come back to work and say to everyone “Hey… you guys, look what I have for lunch! I got a wiener from the Fun Hole!!”

What do you think? Would you hire me?

that my favorite time of day, year round, is twilight. An ambiguous moment, impossibly lit, when the whole night of possibilities lays out before you.

When’s yours?

.. do you think that things are inherently, and hysterically, more amusing when you you have a full bladder and no available bathroom?

What do you think?

… I might change my name to Olivia Octavia. So my initials could be OOH.

What do you think?