Author: Ty

Mice Pays

If there’s one thing I refused to do,
is to actually sign up on MySpace.

Everybody has a MySpace space.
Celebrities, Politicians,
Every High School teenager
walking the earth right now.
And even your cousin’s neighbor’s lawnmower guy.

But just quite recently,
When I googled my site,
(because just like any other lazy geek out there,
that’s how I get on it.
I am too lazy to type the triple w’s and the .com.)

I saw this search result,
A profile on myspace with “denofmusic” attached to it.

Apparently, I think it’s from another musician from the U.K.

At first I was like,
“Hey! That’s my domain name!”

But then I realized,
He could be my way of getting noticed.
People may think that they are going to his website,
and end up on mine.

I didn’t really mind the name issue.
This could be some good exposure for me to other musicians.

But then again,
It could be the opposite too.

They might see this site and end up disappointed.

Hmm.
Maybe I should sign up on MySpace
and ask them to be my friend.

Then I would meet some Hot chick
and we would meet up,
and they would end up to be my cousin’s neighbor’s lawnmower guy.

His real name is Mario.

Exit Sandman?

I understand you’ve been running from a man,
that goes by the name of “The Sandman.”
-America

Let me introduce to you my new friend.
The Sandman.

In traditional folklore,
The Sandman is supposed to lull you to sleep.

It is said that he sprinkles your eyes with sand or dust,
causing you to go nite nite.

Well my friends,
this new friend of mine,
apparently likes me a bit too much.
Because he freakin’ sprays my eyes even in the brightness of day.

I try to sleep enough hours at night,
but I just can’t seem to keep myself awake in the morning.

He doesn’t care if I am busy at work,
having lunch,
or just having a conversation with a co-worker.
I am seriously close to having a locked jaw
with all the yawning I do.

He loves me a lot particularly when I am driving.
It doesn’t matter if I blast my radio and sing like a madman.
My eyes would twitch, begging me to shut it.

Numerous times at a stoplight,
the guy behind me would honk his horn,
telling me that the light is green.
With a couple of swear words I’d rather not tell.

I don’t know.
I write this thing jokingly here,
but it’s really not cool.

It’s hard work really.
Trying to stay awake and focused.
It’s both maddening and exhausting.

What do you guys recommend?
Besides injecting my arm with caffeine.

So close…

Man, I was actually going to write something here.
But I just ended up deleting what I started,
and never finished.

I came pretty close though.

It was nothing fancy.
Just a bunch of nonsense.

Although I realized,
that I shouldn’t update this site
when I had a bad day.

Because today..
this day..
it sucked.

It sucked ass!

I’m going to bed.

We’ll see how it goes tomorrow.

So far..

10 days into the year,

and it is pretty much “sucking” so far.

The “optimism” of the “new year”
is pretty much out the friggin’ window.

Something better change soon.

Happy Christmas to all!

I just realized,
I have been writing Christmas as Xmas.

Granted I am lazy,
but I do not even know
how and when that started.

I just started writing Christmas as X-mas.

I have unknowingly removed what that X stood for.

Maybe that could be my first step.
Maybe that is the remedy to my dilemma.

Something needs to change here.

We’ll see.


Happy Christmas to all!

Nothing yet.

3 days before Xmas.

I still do not have the Xmas spirit.

I have played a lot of Xmas tunes.
Watched a lot of Xmas movies.
Even smelled the Xmas tree.

Still nothing.

Something better happen soon, or
the Grinch in me will come out
with a vengeance once again.


Well, I got family coming over.
Maybe something will happen.

Maybe.

It might just work.

I just had an epiphany!

Every time I get sick like this,
I always hope for one thing.

Not to have the coughs.

I can take any pain and discomfort
any condition would befall me.
But not the coughs.

And what did I get?

The “Coughs from Hell.”
The worst kind.
The kind that makes your nuts fall off.

I always get the ones I don’t hope for.
It never fails.

So I said to myself,

I said, “Self..”
“Didn’t you ever notice that we always get what we don’t want?”

And my Self said,
“You know, you’re right!”

“We hoped not to get sick. We did.”
“We hoped for the Senators to win. They didn’t.”
“We hope not to get stuck in traffic. We always do.”
“We hoped to visit the Philippines or Canada. We couldn’t”

(Light bulb on top of my head)

“Jeebus Man!”
“That’s why we can never have any Money!”

“Stop hoping for it!”

(Silence)

“And stop hoping for that other thing too!”

“Maybe it’ll become yours!”

(Silence)

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I have no idea.”

— and this, my friends, is what happens
when I wait for the Ambien to kick in.