Senryu and Semantics

Despite my efforts, the damn asshole still swallowed the sewing needle.

Politics are now directly affecting my job security.

Creativity is a fickle mistress. She always avoids me.

I’m not Irish, but I do enjoy drinking and wearing green all day.

I love my job, but sometimes the lack of hygiene is a bit too much.

Operas sound pretty, so stop crinkling your damn candy wrappers, jerks.

Fluffy flakes drift down outside my office window. And it’s fucking March.

Marriage is getting angry, then realizing you still love this person.

Fun with stik. Stik is fun. Run with stick. Chu on stik. Stik is gud. Gud stik.

Apartment hunting for other people is so very fucking hard.

Mom’s Christmas cactus is slowly dying in my care. Coincidence?

Snapchat filters are bat-shit crazy; who wants to look like a damn pug?

March comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb? Totally legit.

I am probably too old to wake up on a Monday still drunk. Whoops.

Driving an over- sized pickup for work made me feel like a badass.

The impossible: leave Walgreens without a new nail polish color.