Forgetting is so Long

Pablo Neruda always wrote in green ink as it was his personal color of hope.

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I got really frustrated because I couldn't get the orange bottle cap to stand upright.  It just kept falling over, which made me more determined.  And VT gave me all these grown up pearls of knowledge.  After my freak-out the other day I put all these in my pocket to be taken out again at a later time.  "I'll stop with the old-manisms," he got self-conscious.  I wish I could have articulated how important these words were for me to hear.

23 Signs You're Secretly An Introvert

"Ever feel like an outsider in the middle of social gatherings and group activities, even with people you know?"

Don't I know it.

Trying to fight the funk really hard.  Hasn't reared it's head for a while now, but gee almighty ... I should probably be riding my bike a lot more.

Slow Burn

My best friend in the whole wide world just moved practically a light year away.  I don't think it's quite set in how crummy this is going to feel.  In response, I decided to make this the best winter of all time, which is a huge change from OHGODHOWWILLIMAKEITTHOURGHANOTHERWINTER.

So we will see how it goes.

I'm no fucking Buddhist

You can't say no to happiness.