Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sometimes we do breakfast right.
"Aunt Jemima, meet Jack, he's always hungry. Jack, meet Aunt Jemima, she's the sister of someone with children."It's not that we never have time to make breakfast.
More often than not, we just find the bed to be far too comfortable. Let's all be honest here... comfort is bad for productivity.
Today is one of the few days where neither Cyré or I have anything we really need to do urgently. It was a great day to sleep in and a great day for me to say, with great fervor, "I'm making pancakes and I'm using the Bisquick bottle, damn it."
The back story to that being that a former roommate left behind a pancake mix that smelled a lot like cornbread and tasted a lot like shit. This didn't agree with my tastebuds the last time we prepared it so i felt the need to take a stand for good pancakes. (Even though we through out the cornshitbread.)
I'm sort of disappointed though... I had forgotten about the Nutella sitting in front of me and devoured the deliciousness before it ever had a chance.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Restart from last save point.
I started writing in this blog for the second or third time more than a year go. This is the third or fourth attempt at trying again.
I don't know what it is that makes it so difficult to want to keep up with what I write. I get a feeling that certain events in our lives however insignificant lead us to believe there's no good news to present. No one wants to read about the sad story anyone presents themselves as no matter how true it is. That might be why I stray from these and other writing mediums. I can't always bring myself to put things in print or pixels because it just makes them that much more... true.
Anyway, this is me trying again. This is me giving it another go.
My life in the last year in a quick easy to read jumble of letters: i got depressed i lost friends i gained friends i lost more friends i gained more friends i rode my bikes i rode more bikes i bought more bikes i hurt myself one way or the other i did stupid things i said stupid things i made smart decisions i made terrible decisions i had adventures i had disappointments i made mistakes i fixed mistakes i got drunk i stayed drunk i slept i ate i felt better i got anxiety attacks i got valium i got in trouble i work i work too much i had to be without a car i suckered a girl into being my girlfriend i fell in love i felt right i felt low i felt alive i made more mistakes i made more friends i made a lot of friends i lost friends i took photos i rode my bikes i rode my bikes again i love a lot of things i felt fine i felt unacomplished i felt like i am what i am and i will likely never know how to be anyone else because who i am is just fine by me...
Monday, August 11, 2008
Oh?
As it turns out, it's actually I and I versus them.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Notice
The whole wide world smells strange today.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Ten minutes ago:
"Hey Jodie! Oops, I mean Julie!" - woman that calls me "sailor"
Ahoy
There's a woman here that greets me with, "hey sailor" on a daily basis.
I don't think she actually knows my name.
I feel that way because after countless corrections, she still calls Judi, "Julie."
I don't have the heart to tell her I'm not really a sailor.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Pack Your Bags
The entire drive in to work was a shared car with my mother that contained one of the most epic battles of all time.
The subject: illegal immigration.
We debated and debated on the topic on absolutely opposite sides of the spectrum. It was ugly and in the end, she quit the debate (as we pulled into the parking lot) and decided that I was hopeless.
I won, by the way.
I got to work, grabbed some coffee with Judi and told her all about it. At the end of our morning water cooler talk, we both at the same exact time mention fences. The only difference was that she said, "electric fences." To which I responded, "Jurassic Park electric fences!"
She instantly defeated me with, "Yeah, but remember Jurassic Park? It only took one guy that was getting paid to turn off the power to the fences. Money talks."
It's moments like that where you come back to reality and remember that our country really is that screwy.
Shit. We're all screwed.