It's been a while since I've disliked someone as much as I dislike my housemate.
There are eight upcoming games between the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees and while I miss my old crew to watch games with, I am excited.
This was a tough three days, made much easier by a special friend.
The title of this blog is a little self-pointed mockery, being that days don't really matter that much when you're broke. You're not going out, so it may as well be Monday every day.
I watched almost the entire proceedings of both Mueller hearings and my biggest takeaway is that our country is completely fucked because of the self-interest of both parties and those who will protect a man over the integrity of his position and the oath he swore to uphold.
If God truly loved us, peanut butter and alcohol would make us lose weight.
The sound of the air conditioner is nearly as important for those who love A/C as the cool air that is supposed to come from it.
The majority of people who suffer from anxiety are suffering from hypothetical failures based on absolutely nothing substantive, but a few us suffer from a form of anxiety brought on by consistent failures. Most create a Murphy's Law scenario in their head, but to live with the results of a life that proves Murphy's Law is much more debilitating.
I recently "cheated" on my veganism, partly due to anger at someone and partly to see how I felt about meat. I had the equivalent of three bites of food. I had diarrhea and nausea almost immediately and felt sick for hours the next morning. Made me realize how much my internal body has changed.
My current favorite times of the day are 5:30-6:00 AM and 5:30-6:00 PM.
Not knowing where you're going to live in 17 days isn't nearly as frightening as not being sure how you're going to pay for a new place should you find one.
My landlords have a deck off of the dining room. They use neither of the aforementioned spaces; ever. Over the past 48 hours, I have spent 28 hours out here. I will miss this place more than anything, once I move.
The older I get the more I realize that people, for the most part, do not understand what respect means. Young people especially have no clue as to what it means to show it, and even less about how to go about earning it.
I wonder, when someone looks you in the eye and lies to you, do they know they're really lying to themselves.
In 2019 if you're a man telling women you're being chivalrous, make no mistake about it, you're being a misogynist.
While I'm aware my situation is atypical for someone my age, it has occurred to me, that if not for rent and the desire for a social outing, once, maybe twice a week, I could survive quite comfortably on $50 a week. Things no longer interest me.
This blog, which should have taken ten minutes to write, was interrupted by someone apologizing for doing things to disrespect me, then followed by this person displaying the same behavior we had just had a half-hour conversation about. Who was it for? Him or me?
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