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I’m without phone for a few days. My usb port on the phone died and then the phone followed suit. I have another phone coming but won’t be here until Wednesday. I’m off the grid! (if the grid just meant cellular) – so if you want to Skype, get dressed up in your Sunday best, a tight sweater if you’re a woman, and find me!
Last Sunday a bunch of us committed to changing something in our lives that needed to shift.
Time to check in AND set a new goal.
So…
Okay, I can’t not laugh with that logo. I’d like someone to make it prettier, but… No, it’s perfect the way it is. It needs to be fixed – so it can never be. I just went meta, mofo!
I remember a handful of times going to fried chicken restaurants as a child. Over the years I had it at birthday parties and other friends’ houses. The thing is – I don’t remember liking it all that much. The drumsticks are great, but every other part of the fried chicken experience is a five to me.
The title is pretty clear, yes?
Yesterday I didn’t really eat much other than yogurt, cereal, and protein drink. That’s not enough calories to get you healthfully through two ten mile bike rides to and from work. Since I often forget to eat during the day, I come home exhausted, sweaty, and famished.
I woke up this morning and checked the weather. It has been rainy the past few days in Chicago, and since I bike to work I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t going to rain. Bad weather this summer has been rare and I’ve hardly had to pay attention.
For some reason the camera angle is such that I appear sinister and untoward. I assure you that I’m not. No, really.
Six weeks ago I put up a post where, as a thank-you to your readership and support, I asked you to promote your blog here.
It ended up becoming the biggest day in this blog’s history. Within 48 hours over two thousand people visited. Many of you saw traffic spikes and gained new visitors. Awesome!
Yes, I’m talking about you.
We all had a sad day today. At least the few people I talked to. And since four people is a relational sample to the rest of the earth’s population, this is apt. We were sad.
Let us collectively stick out our lower lip and make a solid frowny-face. That is actually fun so don’t do it too much as it takes the darkness out of depression. Stay in the shadows for a little big longer, please. I need you at your worst so I don’t feel alone.
A few days back I wrote about a new feature I’m going to try here on the site. Instead of just reading about me and all my silly thoughts, we’re going to workshop this mofo. Together.
In short, we are all all simply not good enough as we are. Trust me. You’re not.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
