We all want a grip on life, but there are only a small few who actually have said grip. In all honesty, I feel like no one actually knows what the fuck they're doing.
DAY 149: Grom
I need to surf and its killing me. I'm telling you, I feel like a fish outta water.
DAY 148: Shimmy
Sometimes the solution to all your problems lies in a sudden shimmy. It helps get all the wiggles out, and wiggles can be a problem when you're sitting around all day. I think I need a bosu ball tbh.
DAY 147: Tan Leather
Natural leather is great. It reminds me of my ungodly white skin that just doesn't seem to weather with the light of the sun. This isnt to say that I like not being able to get tan, but is a bit of a rant. I'm not one to put tanning crap on my skin, but seeing as I'm basically a ghost at the moment, I might need to look into it.
DAY 146: B.A.N.A.N.A.
Bright. Yellow. Green. Brown. Spots. Skin. Peel. White. Hold. Bite. Squish. Sweet. Repeat. Neat.
DAY 145: Philip J. Fry
One of the best cartoon characters of all time. Unfortunately for me, and to the dismay of the majority of my generation, I'm not a huge Simpsons fan. But, Matt Groening made Futurama too, and it's in my top 5 all time cartoons, so thats a win.
DAY 144: Runderful
Yes, running is wonderful. When you're 25 and your knees are completely destroyed, you avoid running on cement like the plague. What's so neat about running is that you can do it on a treadmill. Thats how us old knee'd youngins do it. Run on a machine, it'll save your knees.
DAY 143: Gingham
Pants are important. Specifically, unique pants. When one wears a truly unique pair of pants, they become more than pants, and they gain a gravitational pull. You might think that people would avoid the attraction that these unique pants bring to the table. That they draw to many unnecessary eyes. That even while the boundaries are always being pushed, style should be subdued and easily controllable. If you think these things, you are... positively wrong.
DAY 142: Speeks
Without speakers things are hard. With them, the possibilities are endless.
DAY 141: Boards
Natural wood grain makes me happy. Maybe its the Oregonian that clutches to my soul, or maybe its just my inner animal sniffing out my connection to nature. Either way, wood is good.
DAY 140: First thought of the day 7
Red-eye flights result in work zombification.
DAY 139: First thought of the day 6
Jimmy Johns is fast.
DAY 138: First thought of the day 5
Clouds are clean.
DAY 137: First thought of the day 4
Shimmying is satisfying.
DAY 136: First thought of the day 3
Skydiving is terrifying.
DAY 135: First thought of the day 2
Squeegee is an extremely weird word.
DAY 134: First thought of the day 1
Shiny cement is cold.
DAY 133: Chicka Chicka Yeahhhh
Funny people are funny, even when they don't mean to be. I wish I was funny on purpose, but alas, I'm only occasionally funny by accident.
Day 132: Blah
Thats just how I feel. Blah
DAY 131: Double Espresso
I know, I know, you have a "sensitive stomach." Too much caffeine makes you "jittery," but too little and you "can't function." You only drink "organic" cold brew. You stick to your french press because its "sustainable." Jimmy, we all know you pour that sustainably brewed coffee into a double-stacked plastic cup because it, "keeps it insulated." All I can say is that you're on your 38th "insulated" cup of the week, and that's hardly sustainable. Shame on you, Jimmy. Actually, I'm gonna start calling you Jim seeing as you're making all these self-proclaimed "mature" decisions these days. I know I keep using the bending of my fingers to represent sarcastic quotes, but "keep doing what you're doing," big guy.