August 2012
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Dear diary,
Sometimes things are poopy. Sometimes things are poopy multiple days in a row. This is one of those.
My schedule got a lot lighter for the next month. The live event we were gonna host has been postponed for a date sometime in the future.
I am severely disappointed about this.
I have a lot more I could say about all of this but it doesn’t really matter now. My pontificating can wait.
At...
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Dear diary,
Today was mostly okay. It’s not that it was a good day or a bad day. It was simply a day.
That is, until the end of the day that simply was when I became encumbered with feelings and their ugly side effects.
Still, I made a pretty cool birthday picture for someone. That makes me happy. That makes me feel worthwhile.
I’m going to try again tomorrow. It’s all anyone can do,...
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Dear diary,
I should be in bed. It’s quite very late.
I had a good weekend. I mean, really, from beginning to end, all told, it was nice. It was good. I did fun things. Accomplished a little. I thought. A lot.
I need a haircut. Have I mentioned that? My hair has grown unwieldy once again. It’s so heavy. It’s so hot. Yet, I love it. I love it’s over-the-top-ness. I love it’s...
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Dear diary,
There is a car parked in front of my house. It has been there for days. Days! Tomorrow will be at least the fourth day it has not moved. This is greatly annoying as I also like to park in front of my house and I like my guests to be able to park in front of my house and these two things cannot be done with that car parked where it is!
This wouldn’t be as frustrating if it wasn’t at...
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Dear diary,
Hey. S’up. It’s me.
Joe.
Yeah.
Today was an okay day. It was weird, too. At least the evening was.
I had a lot of plans to both do nothing (and relax) and do something (and be productive). I did a little bit of the nothing, getting ready to do some of the something, when I noticed my phone wasn’t working.
It stopped being able to send text messages and dial out. It could...
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Dear diary,
Nothing much happened today. Today was, for the most part, boring.
I am super tuckered out, though. Goodness.
Before I go, diary, I want to talk about change. No, not errant pennies, nickels, and dimes. I’m talking about the kind of change we always want when things aren’t as we wish. I’m talking about the kind of change claim to need. The kind of change that fills your lungs...
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Dear diary,
Oh diary, let me tell you about today! Today was a good day. A really good day, actually.
I got to be super late and slept even later. Granted, it still amounted to about 8 hours of sleep but when it hits eight hours at 11am, it’s late no matter what.
After that, I got up and went out for lunch. Yeah! While there, I wrote letters to friends and then I mailed them! Yeah yeah! After that, I...
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Dear diary,
It’s your old pal, Joe. You know how I always joke with people that I’m going to write about any given incident in my diary and people laugh because they’re all “This dude said he was gonna write in his diary!” and how it’s funny because a) I’d write about it in my diary and b) a big dude like me has a diary?
Well, I’ve decided to take this tumblr...
June 2012
7 posts
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Not so secret any more
I wasn’t planning on writing anything tonight then I thought of something. It’s one of those things that pops into my head and I have to share it. I guess this is where those sorts of things will get shared.
I started feeling better about the things I felt bad about when I stopped keeping them to myself. The more I openly talked to people about the aspects of myself that I was...
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Remember when I wrote stuff?
So… I missed the last two days of posting. Not even a week old and I blew the streak. I have excuses, though, and they are pretty darn great. The first is that I was out of town Saturday and couldn’t write anything. The only time I had to myself was at 4am Sunday morning and that was decidedly sleep time. Then, when I got home last night, I was far too tired to write. See, it’s...
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Inky black ramblings
I said I would write something everyday and I’m going to stick to it.
I sit here in my car, outside of my house, typing away on my phone as it charges. The power is out thanks a short but mighty storm which pounded the windows with hail and took down trees all around. I will write, nonetheless.
I want to change my life. I am far from content with things as they are and have designs on how I want...
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The one where I talk about Franklin
What’s the best thing you’ve ever written? Whether you measure by how much you liked it, or someone else liked it, or even its sentimental value, what’s the best thing you’ve ever written?
For me, the answer is easy. I wish it weren’t. I wish I could wake up tomorrow and feel that the best thing I’d written was something new, something different, something not...
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Grammar is for consciousness
Today, I am, as the kids say (and when I say kids, I mean me), “all up in my feelings”.
It was a challenging day although I’m not entirely sure why. Work was kind of a pain but not as much of one as I anticipated. Still, as the day wore on, my mood grew morose. It could easily have been due to lack of sleep but, after an unplanned nap (the only kind I will abide!), I’m...
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A slippery slope
Yesterday was easy. Yesterday was the introduction. I could spend untold minutes talking about talking instead of having to come up with anything of particular importance. I don’t have that luxury today. Unless, of course, I talk about not having that luxury.
I want to tell a story I’ve never told before. I figure it’ll be more interesting for me that way and maybe make it a bit...
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Apparently...
…I write stuff now.
Earlier today, I came up with a title that a friend particularly liked. I do this sometimes. After marveling at my genius (or something like that), she asked me,
“Why don’t you ever write?”
I didn’t have a good answer. I still don’t. I have reasons (or excuses, if you will) but, honestly, they’re not really applicable to the me I am...
