It might be that I got to work a few minutes late. And I went to a celebratory 2-hour lunch with the Search/SEO team for all the work we did prepping for holiday.
And I’ve been busy much of the remainder of the day. So, yeah, it’s made for a quick day.
I used to have to do this for “DIY”, but now I remember it means Do It Yourself.
Today I had cheesecake made by one of the founders of this site. And, holy fuck, it was so good. We had the White Chocolate Raspberry.
If you like cheesecake then you must visit the site and try out a recipe or two.
Yeah, I wish I didn’t either. But my sister had some Lisa Frank shit. I just saw a thing about it and it all came flooding back. Lisa Frank. Care Bears. My Little Pony. Cabbage Patch Kids.
Vomit.
This was a couple years ago. So now it’s really funny that he’s back in a political race and having to deal with the whole frothy-Santorum thing.
I really want to be on the show. Someone else paying for you to run around the world? Yes, please.
It is wonderful. You should watch it.
I don’t mean being homeless in the sense of living on the street. I mean without a home in the sense that your home doesn’t feel like home. And your last apartment doesn’t feel like home anymore. And where you grew up doesn’t feel like home.
I can’t get over this sense that I’m not where I’m supposed to be—not that there’s one single place to which I’m destined to arrive. But I’m confident that there are better places for me to be than where I am now and where I grew up. There are places where I can feel at home—in both a living space and a career. But where I am now doesn’t give me that satisfaction and contentment.
So, I keep searching.
I’ve realized lately that my greatest fear isn’t failure. My greatest fear is that when I succeed, it won’t be enough.
I can feel my body getting to the point where I need to settle down and get going with life. I’m only 23 years old but I feel that I need something resemblant of an adult existence. I need a domestic existence beyond an apartment next-door to an old guy who coughs in the morning. I need something beyond a job that pays the bills but doesn’t make me happy. I need something more.
I need to find a place in this world that feels like home. I don’t know if I’ll ever find it. But I’ll search until I do. And even then I’ll probably keep looking for it elsewhere.
It’s just who I am: restless.
And now you know…the rest of the story.
This probably means I need to find a better sofa and chair. They just hurt my back. They are old and provide terrible back support.
So, yeah, the floor is pretty comfy.
Words I never want to hear/see again:
Toys these days don’t make sense. Except NERF guns. And Hot Wheels.
But I like it, so…
