Thursday, July 10, 2014

Non-Sequiturs


UNF.


Secy belly.


Woof.


Love the fur.


Damn.


Beautiful hairy chest.


Fur for days.


Hot cub.


Yes, please.


Grrrr.


I want legs like that.


Howdy!


So hot.

In exactly one week, I will be getting married.

My beard has reached the point where I twist the mustache like an old time movie villain.

In answer to your question, no, you did nothing to piss me off, I just don't like you in general.


Pretty much.

Provincetown can't get here soon enough.

Over a year and a half later, I have finally been put into a practice group at work. I am officially a member of the firm's e-Discovery group. I am very excited.

Uber has some of the worst customer service I have ever dealt with. My account was disabled on Saturday. The only way to contact them is via email, no phone number to call. As of today, and after 3 emails, I still have had no response.

That new app Secret is one of the worst things ever created.


Jebus ain't putting up with your shit.

Don't expect me to do all the work when you come in town visiting. If you want to see me, you can make plans. I live here, you don't; I am not at your beck and call.

It's always weird when not everything in a bathroom isn't automated.

Black Celebration is a much better album than Violator, in my opinion.


Don't mess with RBG.

If I text you or message you, inviting you to something, the least you can do is acknowledge the invitation.

There is something gorgeous and warming about the tones of an analog synthesizer.

Who would have thunk that a Spoon song might be my song of the year?

I can only eat carrots if they are completely mushy and obliterated.


Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Am I supposed to feel something,
Was I supposed to let you win,
Why do these things keep happening,
To me.

I see these spirits hovering,
They're forcing me, they're pressuring,
The life I lived has now caved in,
On me.

And I'm twisted,
I'm pushing you away,
And I'm lonely,
And I'm listless,
I'm keeping you at bay,
And I'm lonely.

(Don't want to be lonely)

Somebody give me a reason,
Can't somebody tell me why,
I don't want to have to wait,
I don't want to have to start again,
And reset my mind.

And I'm twisted,
I'm pushing you away,
And I'm lonely,
And I'm listless,
I'm keeping you at bay,
And I'm lonely.

I don't know why, but I'm sinking.
Losing the light, I've lost the light.

And I'm twisted,
I'm pushing you away,
And I'm lonely,
And I'm listless,
I'm keeping you at bay,
And I'm lonely."

Fractures
"Twisted"

"In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd fight in
In a suburban world
your part of town gets minor
So you're standin' on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they build in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done

But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed!

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling

In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'"

Arcade Fire
"The Suburbs"

Appealing Things

Getting married in a week
Provincetown finally here
Tuning out of work for a week
Getting a window office
Nice vacation weather
Reading a book that you can't put down

Annoying Things

Obnoxious contract attorneys
Having to be the squeaky wheel
People who don't plan or prepare
Search functions on websites where you have to get the spelling correct for it to search properly

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