t3chmonkey

Remembered why i normally keep the blinds down.
It stops me from blankly staring out the window.

Highlights of the day:
-eating a giant muffin
-downloading johnny cash covering "personal jesus" How rad is that?
-using a very special expensive detergent on my sheets that will make them smell good for days. It's like a secret potion to me.

Low points of the day:
-why focus on those? Shit happens.

The thing that makes tomorrow good:
Macworld. Something awesome that I won't...
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I find myself cheating on my task list.
I'll add in things that I did that weren't on the list, just to counterbalance the things that were which I did not do.

One might say that I'nm just cheating myself, but since I'm sure that I'm being watched by shadowy organizations at all times, I'd like to think I was cheating them too.

my fingers twirl your hair, which tickles your face, that makes you laugh, which tickles my ears.

So that makes this selfish.

trying to remember a poem about mancino (spelling?) cherries.

It's about this boy who has this unopened jar of cherries inthe fridge,and it seems like they've always been there, but they're perfectly preserved, bright red, glowing in the thick sweet syrup that he can almost taste; has never tasted.
He stares at the cherries, just dying to eat one.
But he never does.
The last...
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I think maybe I'll get to pick up my bike tomorrow.
To all my motorcycle naysayers, I say this:
If things were divided into "rock-and-roll and" not-rock-and-roll" Then a motorcycle would most definitely be....

...that's right: Rock and Roll.

How can you fight that kind of logic?

happy new year.
I realy hope it is.
With my drunken fingers i try my best to confirm that mine was.
I danced till three in the freakin morning.
You know what thought occured to me?
Freyja would be proud.
Methinks I might hang out here too much.

Please believe me when I say that I'm glad I found this place, and with every person...
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wrote all day long.

looked up from over the rim of the laptop and it had gone from day to night. So it leaves me with little to report of reflect on. And little will to write about it even if there was.

Writing another movie.
The friends hate it, because right about now I stop laughing at funny things and just nod like I'm taking notes.

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