Blog entry: 63

    My wife left me today. Around eight in the morning. She punched me in the face while I was sleeping and took our daughter, the MacBook and our cat. I think I miss MacBook the most. There is an emptiness with the cat gone…that cunt. My wife. I would never say that about Freckles, or my daughter 30 per cent of the time. By the way Miserableist readers I appologize for the C-bomb. I know I usually keep it PG-13 around here, but I'm not myself right now. You're friend, The Miserableist, is experiencing a crises moment…Sigh…I miss the time before our daughter was born, when it was just the cat. Before I decided to take Viagra and experienced an errection lasting more than four hours. I miss the old days. Like when we went to that R.E.M. concert. So, here I am…I dusted off my old iBook (throwback!), and Jerry let the faucet go. I mean there isn't a Photobooth on this, which is why there wasn't a 'whacky face picture of the day' post. (by the way the Podcast of The Miserableist today will be available at six) I guess that's all for right now. I have to work.
   
    ~ The Miserableist

Blog Entry: 64

    I punched Garry in the face at work today. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be fired. He jumped ahead of me at the vending machine and got the last bag of Bugles…The Miserableist lost it. I'm really depressed. Not even blogging is filling the void, porn helps. There's no one to cook for me, or say "I'm not in the mood" when I get in bed. The Miserablist with be back to his witty observations soon enough. Until next time fellow Miserables.
    ~ The Miserableist