There’s something about after the rain that’s just… better.

There’s something about after the rain that’s just… better.

Ugh damn you blue screen of death. At least there’s browser restore, but 1) I have to sign back into everything. 2) Totally ruined my jamz.

Ugh damn you blue screen of death. At least there’s browser restore, but
1) I have to sign back into everything.
2) Totally ruined my jamz.

If you’ll excuse me, I have an EXTREMELY busy day, ta-ta, toodles

If you’ll excuse me, I have an EXTREMELY busy day, ta-ta, toodles

Jean's typical fb chat with me

J: yay!
J: i'm so fucking bored
And Brian thinks I'M vulgar. I remember at a coffee shop, Jean was telling me about her "huge fucking plate" of food. A minute later, I mentioned service was "so fucking slow." Brian gave me a death glare and told me not to cuss because there were kids around. UM WHY IS JEAN SO INNOCENT. He said he didn't hear her cuss. I think it's because she's little and cute. Fuck.
I told him later how vulgar Jean really is, and he just couldn't believe it.

Life is pretty great, but sometimes I step back and think, “What is the point?” It mostly happens when I look at strangers and think of what they are living for. I would never know, of course, but why do they — why do we work day in/day out? To be comfortable in the future? What about the present? I guess we don’t notice how things improve over time (started from the bottom now we’re hea!), but I feel like I should when I take that step back. I see it… but what is the point again…?

This is not a suicidal thought in MY mind, but some people have been uncomfortable when I tell them that one day, I’ll just feel like I’m ready to stop. Like at age 40, “Okay guys, I think I’m done!” And just stop. I wouldn’t want to kill myself, I just wouldn’t want to be. I’m tired now, how tired will I be in the future? It is tiresome to exist, and I just can’t handle it!!

Me: I haven't been as vulgar since I started dating you.
Brian: Fine, go ahead and cuss. Hashtag no filter!
Today’s life lesson: real life mail.

Today’s life lesson: real life mail.

I’m too obsessed with social mediaaaa

It’s kind of depressing. I purposely left my phone at home the other day when I went out to eat, and it was SO LIBERATING. But even though I know it feels so good, why do I feel the need to go back to it? Is there a self-help program where I can wean myself from FB, Twitter, Instagram, etc.?