chatty arbuckle...

(i'm actually writing this on the 20th...)

i have been desperately trying to write something for the past 3 hours... but the boy keeps coming into the office, and he's just yakking up one side of my head and down the other! blahblahblah dick-face cheney. blahblahblah hitler. blahblahblah presidents in general. blahblahblah stupid max. blahblahblah the price of sake in japan. blahblahblahblabittyblah. aieeeeee! what the f*ck? i do have things to say, people... and once i get even the slightest chance (like, when the boy stops long enough to breathe) i will. (i mean no offense to the boy, by the way, he's actually interesting on any given day... but sometimes he needs to, you know, give his jaw bone--and my ears--a rest!) sigh.

"The opposite of talking isn't listening. The opposite of talking is waiting." ~ Fran Lebowitz