At the club looking at my own tweets. I did it for the love of the game. A lot of you don't see it. I practice mindfulness by telling myself, and you, that that's okay.
Everyone talks about being fumbled with such a smug superiority. Being fumbled sucks. I wonder if the humble football, tumbling despairingly out of the wide receiver's once welcoming, now flailing arms, feels the same sadness.
The only 2 things stopping me from copping a 2nd gen early 00s outback is miles in the 200k+ range and chronic head gasket issues. Look at this faux wood interior. Combined with an aftermarket system...brings a tear to the eye...
You would humiliate me through inviting me to something through an app's automated text? You're really going to make me download Partiful so I can figure out who's tea party this is?
Biked around, saw a friend and got coffee, hammocked for 2 hours, drank an aperol spritz and now I'm going to see a movie by myself. Nauseous from all this motion. Wouldn't wish it on anyone
Just learned that people are calling themselves "chopped" now not in reference to being a fun amount of high but for perceiving oneself as being physically unattractive
Occupying a cushier "project manager"-lite roll at my job which means I get to draw little mini Sam's on all the whiteboard surfaces to boost morale. Give the troops something to fight for
Have had a pretty rough couple of weeks from overwork, but the silver lining is I realized I can buy beers and walk over to my friend's house to jump on his trampoline unannounced whenever I want