On the occasion of a new exercise regiment.

one hundred push-ups,
yet I can only do one,
aching arms to come.

On the occasion of focusing the lights in an 18' tall store.

new found vertigo
when atop a tall ladder
sucks when changing lamps

On the occasion of post brunch club walk around the city.

aching feet, cold toes,
belly full of of food and drink,
giddy for next week.

On the occasion of moisturizing skin in the winter with Ahava

Israeli cream to
battle dry skin. I smell warmth
but I freeze my butt off

On the occasion of someone criticizing, anonymously!

Consider my mood
before saying "boo", my mood
sucks, I'll cut you! Yeah!

On the occasion of waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

Guess who flipped a shit
over the unchanged TP?
Jumped on Snook in rage.

I think I'll spend the
weekend inventing a new
infinite TP.

(a side note - in writing this haiku, I discovered we have tagged a haiku with toilets before. At least we're consistent)

On the occasion of taking one for the team

Cesca is in class
Playing with wires, lightbulbs,
She'll get this and smile

On the economy & PBS

Watched Frontline about
Summer financial meltdown,
now I feel tweaky.

No late-night X-files
is a good rule. Let's add things
like this to the list.

On the occasion of someone trying to get into our elite club

Your app was received
We will put it to a vote
Thanks for your patience!

This damned rash.

Should have returned you
cheap cashmere blend. You gave me
a hot scary rash.

On today's activities

Sean: I made the omelet
It was so tasty. Cesca:
how is class going?

On our breif flirt with popularity

Nine hundred hits - All
in one day. Woah. Too bad the
poem was banal.

No mention of poop,
butt holes, or tranny hookers.
Just a simple "hi!"

Perhaps one day we
can generate those numbers
But I'm ok with not.

On a random ride on the subway

Forgot to mention
Caught a woman checking out
My shoes on B train

Winking and making
Faces at them. I caught her.
Weird. She looked ashamed.

On watching our favorite TV show

Hidden plaster lathe.
Damn! Screwed again, Trethewey!
Watching This Old House.

Sean wrote this. But I
Wrote this. "Screwed Again..." one day
will be our band name.

On a Christopher Street Triumph

Lease renewal came
No tears this year, just giggles
Yes, we're staying here

So psyched - close to school
vogueing gay boys, pride parade
Christopher Street = love

Sean: too lazy, cheap
to move - I say doors are so
overrated. Woo!

On things people search and find this blog.

Search "suck a tampax"
and you'll find this blog. I must've
written a gross one!

On what will happen if Em doesn't get her fix

images of Em
covered in Pinkberry goo
carted off to jail

On being nosy at work

A coworker reads
"The Daily Kitteh." Post says:
Shaboo getting better!

On how I spent my easter sunday

baby filled easter
four to be exact, chasing
pets and plastic eggs

On the outlook of this long weekend in Miami

Miami weekend

staying in house with nine cats

bet on allergies