The movie. I cried more tonight than during any other movie I can remember, ever. I had to focus hard at the end so I wouldn’t break down into massive heaving sobs.
I thought we were past the time in history where we had to email passwords and usernames back and forth and log in to each other’s accounts to privately share things. Guess not, according to Google Photos.
And boy can I feel it!
Ordering decaf everywhere has been annoying lately. Sometimes restaurants don’t serve it. Sometimes I have to wait for a new pot. Sometimes it’s cold. Sometimes shops have to substitute a sort of similar drink instead of the one I want.
I’ll start with a cup (literal; 8 ounces) of coffee a day and see whether or not my heart explodes. I’m guessing what’ll actually happen is my head will spin off my neck, or I won’t sleep for weeks at a time.
This is heaven to me.
From The End of the Tour.
I’m looking for my people. I didn’t think it would take so long to find them.
Make 2017 count more than any of your prior years have ever counted. We need you.
This site has served its purpose. I’m mothballing it and moving on to new endeavors.
Thank you for following along.
Go to a social event, and say “Hi. I’m [FIRST NAME]” to anyone who looks interesting.
It always works.
This morning I randomly ended up sharing an elevator with a nice guy on his first day at my coworking space. We introduced ourselves by our first names and went about our business. I looked him up in the directory, saw his last name, and realized WE’VE BEEN CONNECTED ON TWITTER FOR MORE THAN FIVE YEARS.
UPDATE: To be clear, I’m new in town, and this is not someone I should have already met. I’m having a hard time thinking anything at all is ever random in this life.