Susan Cain, Quiet (via sixteen-sixty-six, theladyofthorns)
I hate small talk.
Yes. This weekend has not afforded me enough down time. I am starting to question the point of living.
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Susan Cain, Quiet (via sixteen-sixty-six, theladyofthorns)
I hate small talk.
Yes. This weekend has not afforded me enough down time. I am starting to question the point of living.
(via organicallyvagrant)
4 am drunken bike rides to wal-mart to get laundry detergent after spending all night making veggie kebabs and riot punch for a 21st birthday kickball game tomorrow. it’s almost like real life.
I can’t wait till I can taste again.
I feel like so many layers of shit. God damn. How am I even at work right now? And why did I think I could get anything done? ugfgughugughughughugh
slugpunx replied to your post: I’ve almost finished restoring my Dad’s old…
bikes r gay
wow, so r u. and also ur jellis. espeshlly when i post pix, ur gunna shit ur homo pants.
I’ve almost finished restoring my Dad’s old Falcon. The only thing is that every time you figure out a problem and think “okay here’s the process for fixing that, this is what I need”, every step of that process can potentially reveal other problems that were not apparent at first. Those hidden problems have accounted for most of the time spent on this bike. But we are seriously so close. We’re going to finish it tomorrow, and I’m going to ride it, dammit. It could do with a new wheelset but Colin and I wanted to get some experience with the truing stand and also that costs a bit of money that I don’t exactly have right now. Truing and replacing spokes is way cheaper at this point, and way more valuable in knowledge…unless I just went for it and just built a wheelset. Very excited to have a geared bike, though.
Back hurts. Can’t sleep. Beds are stupid. Must build a coffin for sleeping upright. Will obviously be the sexiest of all my possessions. Making so much sense right now, it’s silly. Crazy silly. Just you wait, the standing coffin bed will be the new Teeter Hang Ups. Therapeutic for your vertebrae and also it’s a coffin so when you die…yknow, you can use it forever. If there was a god it would help me fall asleep right now.
dear everyone who follows me on here,
I miss and love you all a lot. I am bad at maintaining regular human contact. I will try to make more attempts. but don’t ever be afraid to call up your dear old friend Patrick. I’m like the social switzerland in that I am the most neutral friend you can have, albeit somewhat of a milquetoast. And with copious amounts of alcohol I can be more like a sweden; still very vanilla but a little bit cool.
so yeah, I will try to reach out more to y’allz, and don’t be afraid to do the same to me even if it seems futile from past experience.