diary

home sweet home

had a chill time at the 'rents. got a couple things for the apt. all is goodskee in the hoodskee. Just had a nice veggie dish. Gonna make coffee. happy.

i am gonna get somme reading done later. Might try to find some longform articles as well. idk

be back in a bit

coffee time, baby

i feel good

made it up extra bold this time 'round

2:18 AM. Damn. It's early.

Glad i am not doing anything tomorrow

We, i was. i am going to cancel. i got a book to read.

weekend are uber-boring around here, but nice and peaceful bc no one is on the road

i can probably find something meaningful to write about, but then again the subject matter is usually the hardest thing to come up with. it isn't even a matter of feeling inspired but just having one or two ideas on a subject and then typing away! Haha!

i guess i will remarkupon Tom, or Gwen, or whatever she goes by. I think she changed her name. I am speaking, of course, about my one-time best friend formerly by the name of Thomas Weible. She is going by Gwen now and is transgender and i have stopped talking to her for over a year now. And i will never talk to her again. Not because she is trans, mind you, but because she is a rotten person. She celebrates her narcissism, is self-absorbed, conceited, demeaning, undermining, selfish, and what one would call “dead weight” in a friendship. Absolutely nothing positive to say about her. And just like when i had a dog, I got rid of it when it became a problem and I remember thinking to myself (to this day) “her death will be a mystery. Even to me”. That is a line from the Johnny Depp movie “Secret Window” and the line is in reference to after his split personality kills his ex-wife. Riverdog's existence and days spent with him will be a mystery, even to me. And the same can be said about Gwen. The time spent with her (and him at one time) and why we even socialized will always be a mystery. Even to me. Better to let some memories died and be buried under the Earth. Never to be dug up again.

So, i am in a better place now. I won't run down some lame fucking list here, because i am simply happy. Nothing more need be said.

And this coffee is fantastic. The vaporizer is fantastic. The fresh air supplemented with the AC is fantastic. Everything is well.

now i am writing

intentionally

this is a thing i have written about before, just sitting down and acting like you know what you're going to say and just....go

anyway, i am having a Dr Pepper now so i am going to be proper wired (after already having had two cups o' java) for the rest of the night and i am OK w/ that. I am going to turn-in in maybe an hour or so but i am sorta looking for podcast stuff to listen to in the meantime. However, i CANNOT write and listen to a podcast at the same time. I just...can't. Music, yes. People talking, no. I just want the talking to end so i can focus on what i am writing. LMAO! I suppose i get distracted easily, but that is normal, i suppose.

This fresh air is so good right now. It is about 85 degrees and that is perfect for taking the edge off the freezing cold air in my apartment. i feel good.

Also, since i have a book to read and whatnot, i think i am going to skip going to my parent's house tomorrow. They'll be sitting around doing jack shit/being old and i don't feel like wallowing over there for three hours while they do nothing. Haha. I suppose my mind is (it is) more stimulated when i am just here by myself reading/learning/writing/etc.

So anyway...

I found this blog, called missroxyrose or some shit on LiveJournal (idk why i was looking at LJ's) and this woman basically has the same type of blog that i do now. Just ranting about blah blah, yada yada all the time w/ some decent, actual writing tossed in there intermittently (i have no clue if i spelled that right). But, i also discovered that “Oh No They Didn't!” was the most popular blog on LJ which surprised me because i used to do link exchanges w/ them on a regular basis back in the mid-2000's when i was blogging about celebrities (glad i don't do that anymore).

So, i am going to retire to bed (and not sleep).

See ya.

So sayeth Zarathustra

I think that is what Nietzsche said in his dumb “Why I am So Wise” book (and i fucking hated it (the book that is). I say this as another way of saying “hooray” because i just downloaded y Twitter data/deactivated my acct :)

I also had a late night din din and a lot of coffee so, wish me luck when i try to go to sleep.

Gonna go get a soda now

brb

I think it is time to give away the Asics shoes

They have too much “spring” in their step. They kill my fucking back. But i need some “barefoot” New Balance before i replace them because i need some sort of workout shoe. The Chucks remain (and feel great). I am going to toss some New Balance Minimus in my Amazon cart i think (even though i hate buying shit). This is a replacement. A practical necessity.

brb

Someone is losing their shit coughing downstairs

It's Drunk BBQ Guy. He is always making some sort of perverse noise (usually puking at 3AM). Strange man (an alcoholic), but i cannot fauly him for anything because I am strange (and a recovering alcoholic).

I am also going to make more coffee bc they were talking about coffee a great deal on a thing i was watching just now, and....yeah. I want some coffee.

Onward and Upward as they say

What is happening on the real Internet? The undiscovered places. The places where there are odd groups of niche communities where people congregate (digitally) and correspond (again, digitally)? I want to find these places. I want to be a part of some of these groups. Live life.

Twitter data download

I requested that my data (an entire archive of my Tweets) get sent to me via a d/l link via e-mail. I am going to download it, save it, and then leave Twitter for one year. I did this before (in 2012) and then chickened out after 9 months. I am going to stay off it for an entire year this time. If not, longer. I will continue to update the blog, of course. I will continue to sync it to Tumblr. I will even keep using the rest of the Internet (because it is far too useful not to), but Twitter is done.

bold coffee (instant coffee) will make you see God

For real, this stuff is potent and bitter as fuck. A good, fair trade, dark, freshly-ground roast will make you feel Gooooooooood, but instant coffee tastes like stale piss. Truly horrific stuff, but, it gets you wired like nobodies business!

So this is what i am drinking

On another note (and recalling the past blog post about Twitter): it seems that most of the people who were using that site have left. Very few ppl actually Tweet these days. It is “uncool”, sort of. I am 34 years old, but, I don't think “lack of coolness awareness” will detur me from using Twitter. I would like to stop it. Cold. Cold turey. But even if i delete my acct, they let you reactivate it within a 30 day span (just in case you “change your mind” (but really because they count on you remaining addicted))

i am going to see if there is a Chrome extension that blocks all twitter services.

brb

what will it take?

Many times before, numerous, uncountable times, I have admitted wholesale that i am a psychologically addicted person to the Web service Twitter.com It is not something I am particularly fond of (the addiction OR the Website), but i am not ashamed of the addiction, either, because i feel like alot of people are “in the same boat”.

Terrible