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My list on becoming or feeling like a terrible person

My advice would be to never use this list. This post was an unpublished draft from January 2nd, 2011. I got a kick out of it and decided to post it.

2012 A.D. Wanted

Just a pretty normal list of a person’s wants for the period of a year.

2012:

I want to go camping

I want a bike.

I want to go bike riding.

I want to play guitars and sing obnoxiously loud around a bon fire.

I want to shed my skin

I want to feel better than I ever have. (click title to read more)

the loneliest day of the year?

I forgot that today was going to be the loneliest day of the year. Had I remembered that, I might have proceeded with more trepidation, but I also estimate I ultimately would not have settled for trying to mitigate it. Instead, I found myself waking up from a nap at 6:44 P.M. remembering that at… Continue reading the loneliest day of the year?

irukandji

Time to try my luck at sleep typing again. I am relieved that Christmas has finally passed. I’ve never been a New Year’s type of guy, but this year I feel like it will be my thing. I don’t have any New Year’s Eve plans, but I think I’ll look to make it a memorable… Continue reading irukandji

misaligned

NOTE: So I tried to right this in my bed with my eyes closed. I got misaligned on the keys when I actually started writing. When I woke up this morning and was going to start revising/rewriting my initial draft, I discovered what I had gotten down– a likely improvement from whatever I probably wrote… Continue reading misaligned

no title, this one was hard to write

Summary: Where I was last year. Triumphing over it. Her. The nature of love. What ideals of love that form what we want when we think about loving someone. End. I’m tired. At birth, I resolved to start every blog entry I have with mentioning how tired I am. I slept from 6:30 – 11.… Continue reading no title, this one was hard to write

social parasite

wake up at 4:45 tomorrow. Damn, that is going to come quick. Just forget about it, get it tomorrow. Get the extra 20 minutes. I’m writing garbage tonight, anyway. No, no, stay up. Churn it out. I’ll let another butterfly flutter-by — off again. These thoughts, my thoughts, are like light particles, never again will… Continue reading social parasite