Semi-woke.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Claire Keane
One Nice Bug Per Day

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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we're not kids anymore.
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Semi-woke.
I've wanted to do so many things and to be so many things that on some days, like today, I'm stumped when I think about what I really want to do with my life.
I'm sure of one thing though. Eating Sunday breakfast alone isn't really my cup of tea.
If you told my 7 year old self that 24 years in the future, she would be wearing skirts most days of the week and love it, she would have blown a raspberry and ran as fast as she could.
But then again, predicting the future isn't really one of my talents.
I'd like to stay in bed longer.
Why is it so difficult for me to wake up in the mornings? A question that seems to have no answer.
I don't like getting wet on my way to work.
Would it be asking too much if I wish for rain but without my feet getting wet?
I need a new pair of glasses.
For a while there, I have been swallowed by the ordinariness of it all. My eyes saw the world as something dreary and mundane and gray. I went through the motions of living; making a living, resting in order to make a living; but I never truly lived.
And then a sunbeam. And wonder flooded my jaded heart.
Got the shoes. Will Run.
I was 18 when I taught myself to play bass.
Kind of miss it.
I remember nights listening to your music…watching the smoke curl from my cigarette…ignoring my thesis draft, keeping you in the background of every earth-shaking “realization” over beer. After all these years, I can admit to myself, those nightly forays into intellectual masturbation was really just about your music. Always has been.
RIP Karl Roy
The day I wore a miniskirt for work, it rained.
What I need for my glucose crashes.
Life is short. Eat chops.
My breakfast today.
It makes perfect sense.
My version of Pasta con Prosciutto turned out perfect!
Red for work tomorrow.