Musings 1632: I finished at 16:46, but the clock rolled to 7 and I have no sense of schedule now.
I haven’t slept this long in forever, mane.
Something feels arduous about it???
My back is held so ergonomically together; it’s uncomfortable.
My hair somehow, feels aged.
My face isn’t puffy, in fact, it’s soft and looks nice besides weightloss edema I’ve been battling bc I choose no belt but haven’t worked out in over a month. Therefore; I’m martial arts training at the desk instead. Who needs metal buckets with dry ice and water with no gloves after the 6th hour to carry all over their head all night?
My treps look good at this angle, typing away all day.
I most often feel like the posture of Coraline’s Dad from Coraline.
Memeworthy? Yes, so am I.
So let me tell ya about the meat + cheese.
I have all control in details over my life, and I often wake up with some notion “I did something important today.” Getting out of bed, to reveal what occurred between what time I was sleeping always seems like this odd adventure. You know how in “The Most Dangerous Game” ow whatever th the official title is… it seems like a beautiful then it gets crazy? Then you realize it’s satire and you feel concerned. Fear of Horror or Humor-in-the-midsts. That’s pretty much how I’ve been handling news about myself. A few blurbs of mf.. Usually gets me through any other problems I have to deal with. I often get pissed watching the news then I call some team member and bitch until I see new headlines pop up that seem less dismal. Everyone’s fucking dying on the news that I looked up to as a child; especially in the academia, political, and media sense. All the heroes I either went to lectures or grew up/worked-with in the Mil/Gov/Service Branch Dwellings. I literally told you the guy who you associate with Vietnam and ultra-fierce-crazy looking book titles liked my grits and brats exactly he likes his; therefore Transitive Property dictates we make em’ the same. I almost had my wrist break by a gaw-damn American Hero that also scares my Father bc he scared his Father before him. He’s still living and my Grandfather has been dead for 16 years. I checked into, he’s traveling again, and he sent feedback he liked the story because he too though he had been checked out of his Life by Time & Death at every corner, that sticking around this long felt like penance for -whatever-it-is- that we can still Laugh Everyday.’’’ That’s a good memento to hold onto.
Either way, I got an award today. Someone told me when I woke up. Season 6 has been -indilectably crazy, even with the podcast feature that has been so fun!! Which is really been beautiful for Memory Allocation (they never left me, just a lot of archives to remember :))) and Loneliness. I don’t feel so lonely in my life, anymore. I just missed my Best Friends. Tag- Dude’ we’re getting the Band back together!! Was somewhere yesterday. I often do things to represent my team as I acknowledgingly play coy when I hear a familiar voice that is all too similar but entirely different to my deaf ass even with a cochlear stubbing my toes into the ground just so my music sounds a bit better and these gawdamn broken achilles can stretch out a bit more. I kept ninja-shooting-roll out of bed and breaking my toes and splitting the nail in half on my desk-lip.
If there’s any notion to coming from an eclectic Team just as the JTDC – we don’t care much for rigid professional styles. We all took the Wild Train and par-layed system-to-system because we grew up in the system. Everyone I’ve known that’s faced success in their life and the redeeming insecurity to stay humble and then feel like they’re being narcissistic to verbosely pretentious while you’re shy and freaking out because you don’t talk about it; my, Have we Worked Before? Or do you need a job? Bc I got one for ya [[[[[:);D
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