Third hell day of the three-day hellathon. Morning. Took pooch for a walk. Didn't bother to put a shirt on, or underwear, because that's not the kind of day today is. It's overcast and windy. Chilly. Kahlua's turd was bigger than mine usually are. She is a beast.
Went to dinner with the family last night. It was fun. We joked around, there was no serious family talk. Grandma and I shared a Mudslide.
At work we play this song by the Jackson 5, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." It bothers me because the kid in the song has two options: 1) His mother is actually kissing his father, and there is no Santa Claus, or 2) His mother is a whore. It's interesting that a child's revelation that there is no Santa Claus would coincide with his understanding that his mother, his totem of purity, actually has sex (!) on a regular basis.
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About Me
- JDO
- Author of Wonderland Award-winning BY THE TIME WE LEAVE HERE, WE'LL BE FRIENDS. Work has appeared in BARE BONE, VERBICIDE ONLINE, BULL SPEC, and THE MAGAZINE OF BIZARRO FICTION. Short story "Amends Due, West of Glorieta" was an honorable mention for Ellen Datlow's YEAR'S BEST HORROR 2010.
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