i am not what i am
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Oh, god. It’s been a long time since i had a cold. And that was a very bad cold. As usual, my least favorite part was having every coworker demand what sort of over-the-counter sham medication i was taking, suggest wacky home remedies (bathroom full of steam and a warm milk/olive oil/garlic cocktail?), or misinterpret my sneezes and assume that i have allergies, and demand what sort of over-the-counter sham medication i was taking to combat these allergies.
People. Are lame.
The weather. Is being kind.
Normally, by April 1st i have my jacket tucked away in the closet because i won’t need it until late September… but it’s going to get down below 40 degrees tomorrow night after these storms pass through. That’s awesome. Oh, just a few more days of cold, please. Just a few more.
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My brother and his buddy BJ are both trying to quit smoking weed because of the new random drug test policy at their job. This is a good thing. Drugs are just fine until you do them every single day for twenty years. Then you need to cool it for a bit.
He’s doing pretty well so far. I thought i’d come home and find him foaming at the mouth with withdrawal. Instead, all we got so far is just some garden-variety bitchiness.
He says he’s going to make tilapia w. rice and vegetables tonight? Nice. His mind is working better already. This new apartment is just… making us better people.
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When i was at the peak of cold sickness, i got a frantic text from Muna asking me to read an online article and write a 1-page evaluation of it for her sister in Toronto to earn a quick $20. It wasn’t my best work, but i think it will pass. Oh, this global economy. Kids these days… they’re so bad at english, if you whip up something that’s mostly grammatically correct and has any sort of voice to it, they act like you’re a wizard. How did you do that?
To be fair, i was horrible at writing essays until i started smoking weed myself back in 1998. It just… knocked loose the blocks in my brain.
That reminds me, those three papers i wrote for Miss Milliken last year? 100, 100, and 100. Hell the fuck yeah.
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Damn, we have to wait until August for the final eight episodes of Breaking Bad? I’m not going to make it. Dude… Breaking Bad is the best show ever. I’m flummoxed… have i been missing out? Are The Sopranos and Mad Men and The Wire also this good? Because Breaking Bad is immensely grand. Every time i watched a season, i’d think “that was the best thing i’ve ever seen, the next season can’t possibly be that good.” But then… it is. It fucking is. The character arcs, so compelling! So gripping! Each one evolves in some interesting way. The milquetoast becomes a colossus. The braggadoccio becomes the noblest of men. The carefree hedonist becomes a haunted martyr. The manna in the desert becomes… poisoned anti-manna, i dunno! It’s a tour-de-force! Yeah!
…and it has a funky beat and i can bug out to it.
Crap, i had to link to that video instead of embedding it, because where is the “use old embed code” option on Youtube? Why must the earth constantly shift beneath my feet?
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Now that i have this phone i should take some videos. Just of life. Even if it’s boring.