January 2012
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En route
SC bound again. Pictures and dull anecdotes to follow.
Decisions
Today I decided:
To not be a victim
To keep doing my weird diet
To press on, even though not being a complainer is going to take some getting used to
To clear the fuck out of my to do list
To be humble and not cynical
Basically, I’m winning. THE GOOD GUYS ARE WINNING. For now.
And then
I got a migraine. Uh huh. After drinking water and eating healthy all week.
Sort of thinking about just drinking myself out of this one. But, I could also go home and play music. That’s preferable. My guitar is freshly strung and I have new software to play with.
Sigh.
This is when I always think of moving to Portland or Chicago. My human interaction skills are awful.
Insert Elliott Smith song here.
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One good thing
Is that I never need to check where my feet are. They are both almost permanently wedged in my mouth.
And where are my pills
I’m continuing my slow descent into being elderly, watching The Third Man and reading about the Cold War on Wikipedia.
What’s with all these Dutch angles? My eyes hurt. When is Murder, She Wrote on?
Change of plan
I’m just going to eat a bunch of sushi, refine this comp, and listen to The Shins. I like this plan.
I just had a
deep urge to repost Kathleen Edward’s “Change The Sheets.” Instead, I ask that you all search it out and perhaps even buy it. Just an amazing song.
Reblog this if you want a long anonymous message...
vegkat:
thejohnblog:
BRING IT HATERZ
Whatever. Do it or don’t.
Alright, all five of you: I can take it. I think. Maybe.
I’ll just be over here, tweeting while I wait for the doctor.
Rewatching “I am trying to break your heart”. Good stuff.
A bunch of power pop
“Under 4:00 Power Pop” is the playlist I was working on last night. I hope you’ll listen, and, if you have an rdio account, contribute.
Update - Yes, I broke my own format with “Bye Bye Love.” I hope you can forgive me.
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Resolved
That the drinking is pretty fun, as are my wonderful friends; but the recuperation, Adventure Time episodes, and you jokers on Tumblr the next day are pretty great too.
My lack of pudding, on the other hand, is a fucking disaster.
Plan
Shower
Hydrate
Laundry
Code all the things
Clean the kitchen?
Eat some of the things
Not in order of appearance. Some restrictions apply. See store for details. Offer void where prohibited.
Help Me Settle a Crucial Argument
jeffrock:
Do you like black licorice?
Yup.
Thirty seconds
Being greeted like an old friend by the owners of my favorite cafe. Drinking amazing coffee. Writing code on a laptop I love. Doing some of the best design and UX of my career. Working with a handful of amazing people who are like my family. Meeting and talking with all of you on Tumblr. Knowing my kiddo is doing great, and seeing her Xmas photos.
Could be worse. Could be much worse.
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So
All the boredom and insomnia—and general intertia—I has it.
Ugh.
Seriously. Just. Need to sleep I guess?
I.
Ugh.
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I feel woozy now
marscapone replied to your photo: Peanut Butter Bomb (Taken with instagram)
Hand it over and no one gets hurt.
I THINK I CAN TASTE COLORS. EVERYTHING IS SO PRETTY.
I’m also really tired and I feel funny. Be happy you didn’t have any. As happy as you can be about not eating whipped, sweetened peanut butter on a disc of chocolate cake covered in chocolate fondant.
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