Your eyes are supposedly the windows to your soul or something like that....... mine also happen to be my soul's window to the heart; and how nourishing a view they offer. This log, at inception, is supposed to record the outpouring from my soul.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
An ode to a wonderful boss...
Wonderful Boss ain't that an oxymoron a contradiction of ample proportion a caricature a metaphoric contortion set upon me by a spiteful corporation to crack that whip keep me forever in motion (sic)