Hey, remember all the crazy crap I did last year? Me neither!
Thankfully the internet records all my goodness for you. I decided to see what I was up to this past year, reflected in my tweets and Facebook status updates.
I present to you, my dearest readers (that mean the ones most dear, namely the hottest) with a few choice selections from my brain. This is TweetsFromParis.
Hey, remember all the crazy crap I did last year? Me neither!
Thankfully the internet records all my goodness for you. I decided to see what I was up to this past year, reflected in my tweets and Facebook status updates.
I present to you, my dearest readers (that mean the ones most dear, namely the hottest) with a few choice selections from my brain. This is TweetsFromParis.
Ever once in awhile I get super depressed.
Not “hide the razorblades” depressed, but more “eat too much, watch an Office rerun and pig out on LifeSavers” depressed.
I’m bummed about finances.
Thankfully I’m not a debt person – I mean I pay a mortgage, but no other obligations. I have to write the government a big tax check by December 31st because I incorporated to save on taxes. The crappy part is that I now have to pay by December 31st instead of next April like the rest of you.
Last night I wrote the greatest episode of Workaholics ever.
I was dreaming, mind you, but I swear it really was fantastic. In my dreams I have the ability to judge quality as it pertains to the waking world. Had it been crap, I would be telling you that I wrote a crappy episode of Workaholics. But I didn’t. It was great.
Watch below…
People who write comedy often spin the negative of a tradionally positive event to make easy jokes.
For example if I had titled this post “The Best Thing About Christmas,” it might be sweet but it certainly wouldn’t be funny.
It’s hard to find humor in harmony and beauty. Let’s try one now.
I’d like to get serious for a moment. For reals, yo.
The cause of much of my suffering is the illusion that I am different from you.
We are all different. We’re not all the same. You have certain abilities and I have others. Different.
It’s another end of the week recap at ThoughtsFromParis. If you notice, there’s a brand new logo above, and I like it. I also did some of the design, and while I’m no artist, I’ve seen worse.
My Holiday Card Giving / Receiving Ratio Sucks!
I’m not traditionally a man’s man. I’m not effeminate, either.
My condo is usually less than perfectly clean, I don’t spend more than 30 seconds on my hair (brushes and combs are lame), and once a week I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
