Try to eat healthy and you spend a lot of time in the fruits and vegs aisle plotting this chart too.
Also, a lot more time in the loo. Dietary fibre is yay.
I'm a boring person. I got up at 4pm a couple of days ago. AWESOME SHITZY. And reading and reading, and hanging out with buds like JT, Fay, and... more-than-bud person, erm, object of a budding something else.
I hate Stephen King for ending the Dark Tower series like that, so... typical King and unepic. Maybe I'd see differently when I reread them. It happens, I was dismissive of "as my guitar gently weeps" at first, but I woke up my ideas. la dey.
Oh and the internet. Which is my crack. questionablecontent, gossip girl, one tree hill, gilmore girls, xkcd, salad fingers, Dark Cuts 2, zuma. And watching fascinatingly wiggly worms in stomachs on youtube! Pour on the korean sappy dramas and girly animes to unman me, pleeease.
Actually, repartee and humour are more like my crack. Good doses of them all round recently too.
Don't you love how the night makes people creep closer, exchange intimate confidences, more alive and vibrant, a tad more daring? There's no real need to dose them with alcohol, nicotine or whatnot, because perhaps they instinctively feel like the moon is less judgmental than the glaring sun, or their defenses are down after a long day and the mask they wear all day got too sweaty and rank, and they have to take it off if only so they won't suffocate.
I hated uni applications. Appraisal forms, poofy boom. You know, if sports coaches just stepped up their act to do a little more than just yelling for metres and good body form, we won't need no shitty Life Coaches.
Hi, this post has no plot! So blogging year of 2001, right?
(image source: xkcd)
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