imma eatin a dark reeses realizing it's basically the same as when I was a kid and used to mix chocolate chips with peanut butter. I did that shit all the time.
listening to a Toys that Kill album. Wired Resident is fucking awesome, I need to remember that so I can add it to a punk comp at some point. not enough mix tapes being made by me anymore. I think I"m afraid I will get sick of all the songs on the comps and thus ruin the regular albums for myself.
I have these huge fucking wool socks from Fleet Farm. They are warm and awesome, but I suspect they were made for hunters. So I feel like I'm living a lie. A comfortable lie.
I need a little table to set near my laptop. There's a rubbermade box here with my HTTYD artbook but I am not going to risk putting alcohol near that. Toothless deserves better. Yet I would really like a place to put my glasses. If any activity deserves the company of alcohol it's the interwebbing.
I'm being real, not being mean.
bought the book of Submarine by Joe Dunthorne off Amazon awhile ago. ordered it used off a seller as that was almost half as much as amazon's asking price. so I waited many weeks, and was going to have that be my next work-book. got tired of waiting, read all of Wizard of Earthsea (not a great feat, as it's pretty damn short, but kinda neat to me anyway), then still got tired of waiting so today I started Banewreaker which is actually pretty awesome...only to find out that my copy of Submarine arrived today. It's in excellent condition so I'm thinking about giving the seller a good score; I rarely bother giving sellers any score. Anyway, turns out it was a good thing I started some other book cuz the coverart of Submarine has boobies which I don't think they'd like at work.
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