Now get your brunch on.

The Saturday brunch soundtrack (on repeat, of course). Awwwyeah!

*theVar on the go.

You’re welcome. Your day just got better.

Glee inspired.

Being a Dickhead’s Cool

Off with the beard.

Before…

After.

You like the 70s stache don’tcha. I know.

*theVar on the go.

When is enough work enough work?

There are professions that let you shut down, leave the office, go to happy hour, and enjoy an evening to yourself unplugged from the matrix. Oh yeah! Where are they? Someone forgot to Cc: me on the memo when I decided to be a Writer.

I am constantly thinking of what I’m going to write next, how I could have written something differently, and as of today, the constant thought is why I can’t stop thinking about working.

Maybe it’s in my blood. Maybe its the nature of the beast. Or…or, just maybe, I’m a work-a-holic.

As a professional, I can’t help striving to be more engaging and thought-provoking than the last blog post, commercial, tweet, or status update I penned. I mean, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?

Look. It’s Sunday, the day before Labor Day, and I should be enjoying my days off relaxing
by a pool, hanging with friends, and just being. But, instead, I’m writing this post. So tell me, when is enough work enough work?

*theVar on the go.

Typetrigger::sundry items

Chin deep, he murmured, “You want me to swallow?” Me, being the sex-crazed, get my rock soft, kinda guy I am, couldn’t dismiss such a query as this, and at the same time didn’t deem it fit to respond.

Throwback Thursday::Supersonic by jj fad

I take no credit for this one. @thedaisyharris spit a few lyrics onTwitter, and so I said, “Why the hell not. It’s still dope.”  (Can I use the word dope?) Of course I can–I’m theVar.

Warning: You are so about to show ‘em whatchu working wit.

Typetrigger::across the street

across her thighs
wear and tear marred the gates of heaven
there would be no reaping the sown
just weeping

across her chest
spit and spunk trailed the mounds of suckling
the only anti left to smooth her existence
lacked bacterial

across the street
she layed, sex funky not to be disturbed
too bad nobody ever told that baby
the world was hers when she woke up.

Typetrigger::years from now

image courtesy of http://www.sodahead.com

Update: I was going to come back later this eve and tell ya more; however, if you want to know the juice about Typetrigger, my girl Kelly of Gum in My Hair sums it up nicely. The piece below is my first writing on Typetrigger under the same moniker, theVar. Excited? Yeah, you bet your ass. Also, if you’d like an invite, I have a few left and would be more than happy to send one your way.

Trees will sprout flowers of you and I during the marital of sun and moon.The dilapidation of old will birth deeper connections to grass roots. We will hold each other tighter than before. Years from now, you’ll remember how you use to kiss the back of my neck, and then, do it again.

And I’ll smile. Just like I do now. 

F**k You

’nuff said!