*photo from wired.com Perhaps past generations will read this and find me nothing but spoiled and asshole-ish. The conversation I have been having most often with my friends focuses on another doozy – why do we get sick of everything? It’s become an art form – The Art of Quitting at Everything. I’ve wondered forever …
How many times? I really just want to know one thing: If I know what it takes to make myself happy and feel accomplished, why do I try to talk myself out of it every day? I talked to my brother this morning. We are different in so many ways but at the core we …
I have a thing for efficiency. I trained myself to sleep without moving so it takes less time to make the bed in the morning. I warm the tea while I pull the oil. I do my Spanish lesson while I stretch. I have 2 computers going at once; one for work and one for …
Trying to pay attention to the rest of his story about bass fishing but I see them in the background breaking down the buffet line and they are two trays away from the cookies. After delivering an inspirational piece there’s nothing quite like a conversation from reality: “You should move to Cali, you look like …
Mad Men finished last month. One of the greatest written television shows in history. He was always talking about moving forward, the universe being indifferent. I have the sense that I should write something nice or funny after yesterday’s angry rage post. But a part of this experiment for me, since I don’t have any …
The thumbnail is the worst. Pinky, ring, and middle go down without a fight. Five successive bites and a quick grind file. Index often leaves a hanger but thumb is just a thick bitch. Thoughts of the Early Morning (When You Have to Work). That is a radio show I would listen to. “We’ve got …
I’ve got 20 minutes until Le Uber picks me up and takes me to the airport. It seems I am always going to Texas. All these trips and I’ve still never been to Austin. 20 minutes is a significant amount of time. The way I spend my time is also significant. Last night, my friend …
Thanks Cass for the prompt. I don’t drink anymore. Stories like this are part of the reason. 19 years old, junior at Western Michigan University. Dating Nicole S., Italian super babe and the one responsible for my now life-long obsession with dancers due to their passion (sex). Partying with Southern Comfort 100 proof (SoCo) with …
And I bite my tongue. Someone does some really stupid shit and it affects me and everyone around and we all stand there not saying anything. I think because we don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or make anyone uncomfortable. A telemarketer texts my number somehow and says “80% of biz is searched online. Want …
How are some of you on day 19 already? I’m calling the authorities. I was having a lonely sadfest last night and then passed out. I woke up in the morning and couldn’t remember where I was. When I wake up I have to talk myself into the days before being real, doesn’t matter if …
