the will to remain for the duration

what you think all the guns is for?

drunken footprints on my windshield

i celebrated a sister's birthday weekend through happy hour, self medication, hot tub time machine, bar floor dancing, whiskey gingers, wb bonding, sleeping in, 1v1 balling with toscano, five guys, naps, more self medication, disc golf, kickin chicken sandwich courtesy of zaxby's, and peer review proposals all while wearing a new headband and feeling like my face is aging faster than it ever has before.

i see the light at the end of a sterile hallway.

r&b emanatin from the stereo

this keg has been floated for over a week now and is still occupying the laundry area off the kitchen.  i look at it every day and make a mental note that it needs to be returned so that i can a) get my deposit back and b) eliminate the source of the awful stale beer smell.  i do kind of like the way it looks though.  it makes me feel youthful, hip, edgy even.

i could have probably condensed all of the previous paragraph into a single tweet but i'm trying to find a voice here.

shoots to the advent of spring, orion falling out of the night sky, and feeling like a big fish in a small pond.

forgive em & forget em

i got struck by lightning and can no longer feel cold or stress.

the disintegration of memory

i should write things down more. always forgetful, i remember 1/4 of the good and none of the bad. division by zero. i would throw out that calculus limit rule here but i can't recall the french dude's name.

it's warmed up in columbia. outdoor activities get me through the week day after school hours. picked a basketball up after an extended lay off and hung tough w/ some white dudes down at the local middle school (adult age, not middle school age). i ran a bit with h in the evening the other night and didn't feel the burn in my chest, only in my legs. there's something to be said about being in shape. fitness freaks are onto something.

i get these washed out moments where it's like i've felt all there is to feel and everything's a second rate version of some past feeling. if i write more, do i become more articulate?

i should be sleeping. i'm hosting a keg party tomorrow. these things requires rest.

got no god, got no gf

So it wasn't quite a Snowcone

It was more like bell peppers, unfinished of course.