Somebody attempt this


Yawns, stress eating, stress overeating, “Slam… poetry. Yelling! Angry! Waving my hands a LOT! Specific point of view on THINGS! Cynthia! Cyn-thi-a! Jesus died for our sin-thi-as! Jesus cried, runaway bride. Julia Roberts! Julia Rob… hurts! Cynthia! Ooh, Cynthia. You’re dead. You are dead. Bop boop beep bop bop boop bop. You’re dead. That’s for Cynthia… who’s dead”.

 

Broken souls


First post of the year! Now, to my defense: I’m quite detail oriented, and I could be posting from my phone much more often but… I haven’t set a gallery of featured images to accompany the posts (will work on that, I promise), and that specific lack of visual content has prevented me from being a more prolific blogger. Shame on me, I know.

Now, super quick 2016 creativity update: I did give up on my GIF challenge, but on the other hand I started writing haikus. So, that evens out my commitment towards trying something new. Circling back to today: I switched one of my work off days so it has been quite the relaxing Friday for me. I cut my own hair, since I finally purchased a Remington device, I’m just waiting for the oh so necessary shower to get rid of the tiny excess hair. This week also marked a wonderful addition to my tattoo collection, something both vintage and heartfelt (for me at least):

A living #tribute to my brother. Anyone remember Rad #Racer? #tattooed #tattoo #gaming #pixel

Una foto publicada por Duffboy (@eseduffboy) el 12 de Ene de 2017 a la(s) 2:08 PST

 

I just finished listening to an episode of The Truth Barrel, an enlightening podcast hosted by Gabrielle Reese and Neil Strauss, while my cat rests on my lap.

Politics? Fucking Trump, people… insulted his way into the presidency. I trust that he’ll do a wonderful job… at getting impeached in record time. Fingers crossed!

This blog post´s title is a quote from Chelsea Manning in the documentary We Steal Secrets.

That’s all for now.