Diet Rite

Something tells me that ice cream, mountain dew, m&m’s, pretzels, fruit snacks, and a peanut butter granola bar is not going to cut it today.

Two of Twelve

It’s been hard to think about anything substantial lately. Somewhere I’ve lost my way in what was going to be a determined year for me. I touched on it a little bit a few weeks ago, but I’m discovering this flaw where I give too much of myself to people.

I’m here laying in bed with a complete lack of desire to see anyone. I think this is the cause and affect with my actions of late. Spending too much time with romance, family, and friends. Not spending enough time weighing my own goals. I walked into 2010 not wanting to date anyone, now I’m knee deep in some shit that I never really wanted to be a part of. I guess we can chalk this one up to a learning experience.

So, self, this is my letter to you. Get your shit back together. Stop taking the easy road where you ignore everything that’s important. You’re going to be working a lot in the next few weeks and it’s important you find your voice again.

a past at last

Since bringing my old computer to work I’ve been finding all this old stuff from what seems like previous lives. It’s so exciting to look back on things that I have said and think fondly of the particular moment. Knowing how beautiful my life is right now and knowing what has transpired to get me here makes me nothing short of ecstatic. I don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you all beyond belief. All the lurkers, all the readers, all the friends. You are all so wonderful.

February 4th 2008:

I’m very much floating in an ocean right now. I can smell and feel the salt on my lips, I’m bobbing up and down and the previous shore is far enough away that I’m satisfied with my progress. Here I am trying to swim to the next island, away from the last one, but these waves keep breaking on me, pushing me not closer to this other island, but push me closer to the last one. I hurry and swim away before it’s too late, before the previous beach looks remotely apetizing. I’m not really worried about the waves that distract me from my goal, I’m not worried about getting blown back to the previous island, but I am worried that when I get to the next shore I’ll be too tired from all this swimming to make the most of it.

Things that aren’t awesome – Part 1

I was having an awesome day. The kind of day were it can’t get much better. Well, a Jazz win could make it better.

Anyway, I had a single thought about a past endeavor, and it put me into a bad mood. That’s not awesome.

funky fresh bits and pieces

I learned how to do a full windsor knot today. Tie fetish is getting out of hand.

I’m starting to toy with the idea of reducing my internet footprint, but my gut is telling me I’d be back sooner or later so there wouldn’t really be any point. I’ve been feeling technologically claustrophobic lately and private posts haven’t been hitting the spot. brownglassbottles.net is totally available!

I got out of my “date” tonight. After I started thinking a little bit about my week long tour in bad-decisionville I decided it was probably a good idea to put a stop to it.

Yesterday I found out I’m an INFJ personality. The good news is that I have the most unique personality (1%). The bad news is that I still don’t like tests like this. I don’t like to be pigeon holed into something. “You must answer yes or no” There was probably about half the questions I could have gone the other way. Where does that put me?

Speaking of which, what ever happened to the band Grey Area. They were cool.

I had such an awesome morning yesterday and it pretty much carried on until the jazz game. I should have gone home after the game, I was so tired. Always listen to your gut, not your friends.

I’m also putting my foot down. People that say they don’t cook bug me. It’s not “I don’t like to cook.” or “I’m not good at cooking.” it’s “I don’t cook” Really? Well I don’t fix things, build things, or get dirty. I keep seeing this theme come up more and more. Fixing things is probably one of my favorite things to do… shit, I spent way too much time fixing my friends computer yesterday… but I got to say what was once broken is now fixed. I couldn’t fathom making such a definitive remark like “I don’t do _______.”

Somebody asked me last night if I would ever get cosmetic surgery on my back. It’s something I haven’t thought about for such a long time. Actually, for a long time I wanted to fix it… basically the whole time I couldn’t fix it. Now, it just seems like part of me. Even if a billion dollars landed in my lap, I don’t think I would.

Lastly, Dr. Pepper makes a better morning drink than it does an any other time of the day drink. I’m glad I’m capping off this tour with some DP and some GTDing. I needed it.