Monthly Archives: June 2014
I already knew this, which is why I try to follow “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all” news.cornell.edu/stories/2014/0…
Dammit! I wish I had seen your messages earlier. I was being encouraged to go to Dyke March and pick up chicks.
Oh, no, it’s not like I was using that dopamine for the motivation centers in my brain or anything.
Hang in there, emotional being
Today’s laid-back summer-chill rickroll soundcloud.com/dropoutorchest…
It’s finally done! The epic episode of Radio Unproduceable that I started work on in 2012 is public. Have a listen! unprncbl.tumblr.com/post/893013723…
When I hang out with a foreigner, their accent gets in my head. That’s how I know that buffalo & beefalo sound identical in New Zealandish.
A blood test revealed high cholesterol. The flushing from the my new niacin supplements reveals that I’m really a blueberry.
RT: Just because you aren’t paying attention doesn’t mean the city isn’t still full of weird and wonderful people.
Last night it finally happened: I stopped only feeling shame, and started feeling genuine anger at the hospital for what happened. Feelings.
Buddhism. Because there’s comfort in learning about the universality of discomfort.
I went back and figured out how to leave one, so I did my duty eventually.
Last tweet brought to you by guilt at not leaving a large enough tip.
I slackened on Twitter a few weeks ago. I began devaluing my small moments. But small moments of grace are a fucking gift. So I start again.
Normally we’re free on Tuesdays. This Tuesday we have something at 6:30 but r free b4. Would love to see you sometime, too.
I’ve had some good days lately, but today I’m feeling down. Headed to see a circus that might cheer me up. Checking up?
My back hair is symbolic of the interminable march of age, therefore it is both humorous and terrifying.