I was riding by McDonald’s this morning, and my oh my, the line at 7:30am is nauseating.
I have an ever growing playlist (1069 tracks) titled Later. Procrastinator? Well maybe.
I just at an ice cream sandwich with peanut butter cookies and peanut butter ice cream. I considered adding more peanut butter.
I’m turning 21 in less than three weeks and not a thing will change.
I could use a serious butt rub, man.
I get a vacation in… I don’t even know long, but within a couple of months, which is fantastic considering I haven’t had more than two days off in three years. I’m excited, to say the least. I’m going to spend it on the beach with Papa Corn just like I did as a kid, bathing in the icy river, and sleeping on the ground. I need it. I also plan to find many many yoga perches off the side of the river. Wake up, have fire coffee, bike to the river, do some yoga, take a dip, then head to the beach. Rahhhhhhhhh :D
I’m so thrilled. I’m spending the night at my parents. We had dinner, sat around a bonfire, made cookies, played with Shamantea, and got squinty-eyed.
Tomorrow, I’m getting Chinese for lunch with my mama and gonna lazy in the sun with her.
If I’m in a relationship with someone, there has to be a lot of duality to their personality because there is a lot of duality to mine.
I spend half of my time thriving in own interests and being alone. Adventuring through many ideas, topics and projects. I also love spending time thriving in other people’s ideas and socializing. If my partner can’t appreciate both of those sectors of my personality, half of the time, we won’t get along.
My personal style also has a bit of bipolarity. I wake up in the morning, and put on what I feel comfortable with. One day, it’s a darling dress, accessories to match, the next is a button up and some trousers. The latter can put a wrench in a guy’s masculinity, if his own confidence isn’t deeply rooted.
I can’t even play Little Talks on the guitar anymore because it’ll just turn into a What If God Was One of Us medley.
Better Made potato chips are gluten free? Well shit. I’m golden.