I think in 280 characters. Make THAT a sticker to flaunt your loser status.
It doesn’t matter what the latest health advice is. The best health advice is straight from your own body. For instance, coffee. It always triggers my digestion. Why? Who knows. But my body is repetitively telling me something, and I’m gonna listen to it.
Right after this latte.
I forgot what this is a quote from but I remember it.
“You know those girls that look pretty when they cry? Yeah, you’re not one of them.”
Advice from the internet:
“I refuse to tip, because I’m not a coward.”
“Do it (art), even if it sucks… Done is better than perfect.”
I forgot to mention a while ago: I think the reason the water is always served cold is so that you can’t taste it. I personally hate ice water, it freezes my teeth. And stop putting the ice in my drink, you’re diluting it and we all know it.
Choose books. Especially the ones that make you forget what time is.
This blog might not be approachable, maybe because I don’t give context or comfy personal clues. Whatever. Personally, the fluff is pointless. Just noise in-between statements. It feels good, but I’m not here to make you feel good. I’m here to publish unwanted intrusive *thoughts.
Count your eggs before they hatch and set yourself up for disappointment.
I refer to myself as we, cause somebody has to tell me what to do.
Feeling the winter urge to work on the TTRPG. Maybe this year it’ll get semi-finished.
Do yourself a favor hahahaHA.
Year 3: I officially stop caring.
Just do it.
For the love of God, can we invent a way to buy just strawberry ice cream?
If two planes intersecting results in exactly one line, does two 3D spaces intersecting result in a plane, and do two 4D spaces intersecting result in a 3D space?
Working with personal troubleshooting. Change this, see what happens. A definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results. By that definition I’m definitely insane.
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The tear stains and bread crumbs that lead me to your place are only as sweet as you’ll let me taste.
I’m in love with the way you make me bleed.
Cry me a river for my riverdance, I don’t think he likes the way it stands though.
There is NOTHING so dangerous to the ADHD/autism addled mind than “You deserve a break.” Or is it just me? I will take that break and make it into a week.
If it’s not an upward spiral, it’s a downward spiral.
*thought
I love the seeing the rain from afar, it makes the sky look like God smeared the oil paint. *Sfumato
Small win #2: If you break the pasta in half, you can boil it in the pan. Helps cook down the water for Carbonara too!
Rainy sunset.
Piles I drove by. It reminds me of that radio segment about which is more real, the experience of the cherry tree, or the picture of it?
I love (hate) looking at interior design for houses. Noone lives there! Why should I care about an aesthetic when I have nowhere to put my books?!
Maybe I can get into photoblogging now.
I’ve been wondering what the point of blogging is. But it feels good to have a place to store my thingies and thoughts. It’s like a public diary.
"Paper Towns," by John Green
A boy goes chasing a missing girl who left clues behind, and his image or idea of the girl becomes larger than the reality that she’s kind of a selfish person who left everyone behind. “Maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
So… I discovered good teen fiction. Way too damn late. GAH!
Plenty of Walt Whitman poetry in the book, and the characters feel like teenagers. Maybe a bit too smart, but maybe the teens I know are just too dumb. I liked it.
Very publicized Titanic disaster. Makes me wonder.
Pretty awful though, from this side of the veil. Godspeed, pioneers and explorers.