Weather

You are a distinct cluster of humans.  I am honored to be in your presence.  Whatever you ask, I am willing to oblige.

I hope you have a wonderful spell, as I have mine.  Thank you graciously.

Dribble

Look at you, building up your facade.  You are a fake, a fraud, an untrue friend.  You care solely for material things.  You have no ambition, no drive, no sense of self.

I wish I could help.  I can't.

I can suggest, however, to stay true to what you say.  You don't have to lie to kick it.

Our relationship can rekindle once you find your true purpose.

Lonestar, Where Are You?

Have I told you?

This thing is happening.  This wildly life-altering amazing thing is happening.  No, trees are not screwing with us and our preservation brain functions.  This is so much better than that.

It's a mission.  My mission.

Anxiety, Stress, Happiness, Excitement, Stress, Joy, Worry, Stress.

Just some things I am feeling right now.  I love it, I hate it, I'm ready, I'm not.  And all of this in a half an hours time...


I still have a week of these emotions that are on an endless cycle on the stair climber.  Getting me weaker, but stronger, but fatigued...  One more week.


Excitement is the main emotion.  I cannot wait.  I want to be there.  I want to do this.  


But it's hard, since I'm not there yet.  I'm not in that mindset.  I still dwell on what I'm going to miss.  

I hear all of these wonderful things that are happening, and for a second I think that I can partake of the goodness, but then I realize that I have a job to do.  One of the most important things that I will ever do.

I don't doubt my decision, it's just hard to think of putting myself on hold.  I'm glad to do it, it's just a strange feeling.

Happy Thing There, Everyone

Deep Fascination

Elegant and Exquisite

Unmitigated

Food Baby

So I felt like getting Cafe Rio for dinner.

And I had a free dessert ticket from my last meal (if you do like a six second survey).

I go to pay, and hand them the ticket, and they look through the bag and see that the pie (I got pie, fresh lime pie, best pie ever) it had tipped to the side and all the whipped cream had fallen off.  I didn't care, it tasted the same, it was free. 

Well that was just unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE. In the eyes of the migrant worker at least.

She wanted to get me a new one. I refused. She took it to her manager, she was like "he doesn't care, just give it to him" and I was like, "yeah, just give it to me." 

This went on for a few minutes.  Holding up the line.

I really didn't care.

I didn't get a drink (because I had a massive one at home).

She insisted, insisted, that I get a drink.  For free.

She wouldn't take no for an answer.

And then gave me another ticket for free pie.

Free pie results in a free drink and more free pie.

How do they make money?

Oh yeah, those $8.5 salads.

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