poet,
and all-around
individual of interest.
Oh hey ya’ll. Dis my character.
The next two weeks
One Mr. Scathach Skullcrusher decided to teabag me after I died from a lag explosion.
….
At least he’s cute.
NO ONE WILL BE SEEING ME OR TALKING TO ME FOR A FEW MONTHS.
When my first game comes out, you can play it in the same room as me with your ex-boyfriend. Deal?
OMGLOB THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Also… why was PB chasing a cat in today’s episode?
Remembering why I get out of bed every day: me.
I don’t need other people to inspire me.
White
by Akos Major
Beautiful. I wish I could go somewhere this remote for just a few weeks… or months.
….or lifetimes.
getting a hookah next year. for sure.
My car got towed today.
I hadn’t realized I was parked illegally.
Stuck in downtown, everyone I know in Savannah with a car was either not answering their phone or unavailable.
I finally got a hold of my friend Chris, who was lovely and drove me to the impound lot.
I walked into a room with a fold-up table serving as a desk and neck-high walls creating a cubicle. A man and a woman were in a bitter, pointless-sounding argument. After 15 seconds of being ignored, the man says—and I quote— “Shut the hell up” to the woman, then turns to me expectantly with a haughty “Yeah?”
“My car got towed…”
“Uh yeah? And am I supposed to know what kind of car? What color? My magic ball is broken today.”
“…I was just making sure I was in the right place.”
“Well you just walked into the hornet’s nest.” I tell him my car model and color and he pulls out a ticket and scrawls the number 75.00 on the bottom. My heart sinks.
The woman aims a question at the man, “Hey, are we—”
“Shut it. Hold on a sec,” he says. Turning to me, “Credit or debit?”
“Credit.”
As he runs it, I’m just thinking of how I was planning on going to Panera for soup and a sandwich during my hour-long break from the convention I was attending. Instead, I’m going to avoid eating out for the next month to displace the cost of this shit.
He comes back to me with the receipt. “Sign the bottom.”
“Yeah.” Looking down, I make sure the total is written correctly. It’s not. It’s WAYYYYYYYY off.
$7.50
I chance a glance up at the man. He’s busy demeaning the woman further. I sign the receipt, hand it to him, and pray. He asks if I want a copy and I politely decline. He lays it down and leads me outside to the locked gate, from which I retrieve my car and head on my merry way.
My account shows a charge of $7.50 to EverReady Recovery & Towing.
Not that I’m saying I did anything to deserve this fortunate turn of events, but I like to think that the man’s negative karma happened to work against him in my favor. Or the world is a giant troll. Take it how you will.
Portal 2: Perpetual Testing Initiative DLC trailer
The Perpetual Testing Initiative lets players create their own puzzles and share them.
OH HI THERE, SUMMER.
There are bags
under my eyes.
I let bags develop
under my eyes.
As if they stand as
a testament
to some sort of
nightly struggle;
A vain accumulation
of unconscious bruises
As if to dare
those around me to ask:
“What is wrong?”
Ha.
I am sick.
I am self-centered.
For my mirror, will someone
Please trade me a window?
I do not want
to relent to
you. I do not want
to inherit these
woes. I just want
you.
and everything that
comes alongside
you.
I don’t want bags
under my eyes.
I love brushing my teeth. It is one of the most important and satisfying acts of hygienic improvement, in my opinion.
Now let’s consider toothpaste. I am going to assume that most people have preferences for flavor, as well as taste for whatever the packaging of a toothpaste says it does (whitening, tartar control, gum protection, what-have-you). Over years of nightly ritual, people tend to get set in their type of toothpaste. They find one they enjoy. They buy it again. Eventually it’s not even a choice, but merely a standard. They become accustomed to that flavor; to that consistency. They are content.
I got a new type of toothpaste. Opened it up last night. It was that white, grainy-looking paste kind. With the little spots of mint color? You know the kind. You know there’s baking soda somewhere in it. You’re not sure how you know. You just do.
What’s funny is I use the kind that’s smooth. Stripes of pure white and pure mint. Squeeze it out like a striped ribbon onto my toothbrush. Been using that kind for years.
And yet… this new kind… It’s amazing. It feels better. It tastes better. I don’t know what made me choose it. I just know that I needed this change.
You can stick with the same toothpaste month after month, year after year—and be perfectly content.
Or you can take a risk. Buy a new kind. At worst: a month or two of dissatisfying brushing before you return to your previous flavor. At best: something new and exciting that replaces your old standby.
Try switching things up every once in awhile.
(P.S. this doesn’t only apply to toothpaste)
