Binders
9 hours ago
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I'm Pickling
The pickles won't be ready until Thanksgiving. I'm hoping the zucchini pickles are done sooner.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Choices
Today at work I got into a coughing fit. Immediately following the fit, a sneeze so sudden blasted out of my head. I didn't have time to bring the tissue in my hand to my nose.
A large globule of mucus, light green and marbled in color and dime-sized, blasted out of my nose, bounced off the side of my jeans and hit the floor.
I had two choices. One was to wipe it out of the carpet with the tissue in my hand.
I chose to grind it into the carpet with my foot.
A large globule of mucus, light green and marbled in color and dime-sized, blasted out of my nose, bounced off the side of my jeans and hit the floor.
I had two choices. One was to wipe it out of the carpet with the tissue in my hand.
I chose to grind it into the carpet with my foot.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
What the fuck... I'm always 5px short or 5px long
:(
Drunk n Design-y. After two years, I do hate the west. There, I proclaimed something.
I don't like the west. It's ignorant, more rednecky than my former hometown where the grain and bible belts meet. (That's the Midwestern South, it gets a crappy wrap, but only because no one in their right mind would voluntarily experience this special kind of redneck. I practically am in Utah.) American culture is solidified, codified, and fabulized where rivers are.
Water is an intellectual levelling device. If there is enough water to go around, people only freak the fuck out medium. Here, there is no water. You die without water. Everyone, freak the fuck out. Also, people live out their Ayn Rand fantasy. Did I mention that if you were over 21 and still a fan, our friendship will be complicated?
Don't worry, I don't hunger for the midwest. I still don't like it. I am still your CouponWhore.
Have a drink.
Thanks for your complicity. You are now implicated.
Drunk n Design-y. After two years, I do hate the west. There, I proclaimed something.
I don't like the west. It's ignorant, more rednecky than my former hometown where the grain and bible belts meet. (That's the Midwestern South, it gets a crappy wrap, but only because no one in their right mind would voluntarily experience this special kind of redneck. I practically am in Utah.) American culture is solidified, codified, and fabulized where rivers are.
Water is an intellectual levelling device. If there is enough water to go around, people only freak the fuck out medium. Here, there is no water. You die without water. Everyone, freak the fuck out. Also, people live out their Ayn Rand fantasy. Did I mention that if you were over 21 and still a fan, our friendship will be complicated?
Don't worry, I don't hunger for the midwest. I still don't like it. I am still your CouponWhore.
Have a drink.
Thanks for your complicity. You are now implicated.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
What's wrong with my blog.
I'm currently renovating the look. I'm currently renovating myself. I'm currently failing at everything I do.
My life is going pretty fast. Quite suddenly, my days started going too fast for me to catch their contents. I'm processing less and doing much, much more.
I live in a silly world of charts, analysees, and 5 year plans. When did I get old enough to care about five years in the future? When did a conference ever chap my ass so?
I'm not quitting or hiatusing any further. One way or another, this will get interesting.
My life is going pretty fast. Quite suddenly, my days started going too fast for me to catch their contents. I'm processing less and doing much, much more.
I live in a silly world of charts, analysees, and 5 year plans. When did I get old enough to care about five years in the future? When did a conference ever chap my ass so?
I'm not quitting or hiatusing any further. One way or another, this will get interesting.
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