I’ve been really into pudge lately. For some reason, it makes me think of tighty whities. Tidy whiteys? Whatever. My dad wears em. He has a belly. If he were a superhero, this might be him!
Love you dad.
Also, thanks Dav Pilkey for planting inspiration seeds.
I use my Trader Joe’s bags as my gym bag every day. They fit well in the basket on my bike. People ask me why I don’t just get a gym bag. I ask them why they haven’t called their mom today. Relevant? Who knows?
"I don’t have my computer. I can’t do any work."
O RLY? Are you there? Or is life a long journey where you shouldn’t just rest on your laurels and always work harder today than you did yesterday? IDK DRAKE YOU TELL ME BRO.
Sleep solves problems. Refreshing your twitstagrambook feed does not.
Revisiting the past is tempting. We will always want to change things. Fix something. Live backwards. Be with the people who aren’t here anymore. Say thank you. Say sorry. Whatever.
Often, it’s best to just learn and embrace what you got.
Getting used sucks.
Say thank you. Say you’re welcome. Say I love you. Say SOMETHING.
When my feet are on the ground, I begin to realize this is always true.
My heart’s at home.
Old school doesn’t have to be so old.
I like hearing your voice. Fuck. I LOVE hearing your voice.
Some people are too cool to let others touch us. So they just watch and critique.
I think those people just end up with a their black jackets, sunglasses and a head full of thoughts.
Everyone else gets heart. And friends. And smiles. And color. And they do stuff.