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A Meditation on What Matters

It should feel good, right?

I mean, when you’re doing it, it should feel good, should it not, as in, some pleasure, some return on the investment, some positive effect from doing the thing, right?

Tuesday, March 19, 9:20 AM

He’s in the hospital.

Finally.

He’s in the psych ward, involuntarily, because he believes his mother is placing pornographic images in his head, that people are following him, and he punched his mother multiple times in the face…

True Confessions

I’m not very smart.

I wish I was smarter.

I always wanted to be smart. I suppose, if we all must choose something to worship, I chose to worship smarts.

Thursday, February 29, 6:27 PM

You are my favorite candy.

Monday, February 26, 8:42 AM

It was an amazing weekend.

I hope the same for you.

My GF and I were camping in the bayous of central Arkansas, or “Ark-Kansas” as my GF likes to say.

Thursday, February 22, 8:39 AM

I am determined.

Not in the way you think . . . .

I started chewing tobacco before I could drive. I don’t remember where I got my first can of chew. Wintergreen flavored. I hid it under the locked seat of my dirt bike.

Wednesday, February 21, 9:05 AM

I have 10 minutes before I have to get in the shower and get ready to go to work.

I’m lucky I don’t have to be at work earlier. Most people do. Most people have already shown up to work.