Weekend accomplishments

1. Bought new glasses that I’ll never wear around other people because they make me feel like Jeneane Garofalo (… who there’s nothing wrong with, but… I don’t know. I’ve only been wearing glasses for like a year and I still feel weird in them)

2. Made some progress on my local cupcake store loyalty card (yes, I got three more stamps today and yes, I ate one cupcake before taking this picture). Two more cupcakes to buy and eat sometime in the next 3 1/2 weeks is probably do-able.

Weekend non-accomplishments:

1. Getting the garbage/stuff/clothes/furniture in my apartment organized and ready to be thrown away/packed/given away/sold.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  PRIORITIES!

I wonder why dating in DC is so horrible, because I’ve heard that from so many people.
Yeah, I always heard the same. And I went into it with the best attitude! Like I was going to prove everyone else wrong… Yet I still don’t know what went wrong except that everyone in this town is terrible. But I’m starting to think dating anywhere is just The Worst.

Current mental status:

Like my brain has fallen into a well.

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I’ve barely been on my favorite leisure-Internet sites lately (including Tumblr! One of my truest leisure-Internet loves!) and it’s partly because work has been difficult, and partly because of some travel I’ve been doing, and partly because I’ve been feeling so uncreative and idea-less in recent weeks. But things are about to change! In ways that will surely be better. And I am psyched to document it and get my fun-self back real, real soon. More to come!

Relatedly, I sure wish I could find some mozzarella sticks in this joint for less than $18.

There’s nothing I’m better at than airport wine during flight delays.

slaughterhouse90210:

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.” ― Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women

slaughterhouse90210:

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women

You are becoming kinder, and sometimes you feel really angry and mean. That’s OK. Give yourself credit for small efforts, and give yourself credit for WANTING to be kinder, which proves that you aren’t the total dick you think you are. Give yourself credit for having a sharp mind that likes to slice and dice. Give yourself credit for having friends who do care, who love flinty, frustrating you, in spite of everything.

WHY do I ever think it’s a good idea to try to start dating again?

Anyway, today I’m struggling with how to let a (nice) person down gently without hating myself, and Polly always knows what to say to make seemingly everyone feel better - including judgmental, flinty old me.

Hmmmm.

It’s 11:23 pm and I’m staying in on this Saturday night (because I’m weirdly hooked on Longmire on Netflix). Is it too late to get out the fancy bread I have in the freezer and whip up some grilled cheeses?

wnyc:

We got the story behind the best poem we saw all National Poetry Month:
http://wnyc.org/2C782
-Sean, Sideshow(h/t Amy Pearl)

I first saw this a couple weeks ago and I cannot stop thinking about this poem. And I’m a tough poetry customer - I’m actually not much of a fan of the entire genre. I think poetry has worth (mostly because of how it seems to make other people feel), but I would, personally, prefer to read prose almost exclusively.
But with no sarcasm or irony whatsoever, I think this might be my favorite poem - I’ve even memorized it already. Give this kid every poetry award-thing right this instant, if you ask me.

wnyc:

We got the story behind the best poem we saw all National Poetry Month:

http://wnyc.org/2C782

-Sean, Sideshow
(h/t Amy Pearl)

I first saw this a couple weeks ago and I cannot stop thinking about this poem. And I’m a tough poetry customer - I’m actually not much of a fan of the entire genre. I think poetry has worth (mostly because of how it seems to make other people feel), but I would, personally, prefer to read prose almost exclusively.

But with no sarcasm or irony whatsoever, I think this might be my favorite poem - I’ve even memorized it already. Give this kid every poetry award-thing right this instant, if you ask me.