Light and hearty observations from a fat and ugly guy. Home of hackneyed drivel and ersatz-existentialist effluence. Choleric biliousness a specialty, since 1958.

I suffer, and therefore expect compensation. Dammit.

Hi, my name is Nigel, and I have a disease. It's Cenosillicaphobia, and it has plagued me most of my adult life. This thing has:

• affected my personal life--I now have none.
  
• It's affected my financial situation--the money is all gone.
  
• It's affected my friendships--friends? Got zero.
  
• It's affected everything, really.
  
• I've tried lottsa stuff to fight it:
  
• Sexual abstinence, for the last 10 years.
  
• Medical treatment (fucking psychiatrists and therapists bite the flaming pole of manhood--honest, they're worthless, they blow dead Hippos).
  
• Religion (well, not really, I'm bullshitting here, but go with the bit, ok?)

So, powerless, I humbly confess that:
Cenosillicaphobia owns me
Cenosillicaphobia has overtaken everything
Managing Cenosillicaphobia is all that's on my mind....

What's Cenosillicaphobia?

"Fear of an empty glass."

You can look it up.

Have a good weekend, and also numerous cocktails, shlubbies. Ya know I WILL!!!

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 3:21 PM