what's normal anymore?

is this a reasonable and respectable dinner for a single person? i dont know what's normal anymore.

miso soup with mustard cabbage and watercress stems, two fried  eggs, an orange and a konbu musubi.

imma get in on this meme

if you're not happy single, you wont be happy dating someone.

happiness comes from dabbling in numerous solitary hobbies like surfing, weight lifting, archery, pottery, oil painting, playing guitar, poetry, martial arts, reading, gardening, or cooking... not relationships. 

fight club

I fell down some stairs

dont mess with the wuhan

cant tell if this tailors sign has been up for a long time and is just generally racist, or that the corona virus panic is enabling new racist protectionist trade policy sentiment.

18 inches

her: is that an 18 inch socket wrench extender in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?

me: it's an 18 inch socket wrench extender.

her:

me:

her:

me: but yes, I'm happy to see you too.

nine to pho job

vietnamese  pho restaurants have a pretty high barrier of entry for anyone who wants to work at one. you have to be lucky enough to be born into the extended family that owns and runs it. itd be easier to end up as the CEO of a fortune 500 family than break into a pho restaurant dynasty.

good news and bad news

The bad news: things have gotten so bad that Rage Against The Machine is coming out of retirement.

The good news: Rage Against The Machine is coming out of retirement.  

no mistakes just happy little accidents

bob ross, that guy, tells me halfway through the 30 minute video i'm supposed to use a thick firm dry paint for this painting, after i had thinned it down already.  I was kinda upset at him, but then... turns out he was right, we don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents, because I really like how the too-wet paint turned out in these mountains.

she whispered to herself

[3:45am]
sipping her tea,
the roomba circling the dark, hollow apartment.
[3:46am]
"I'll be okay",
she whispered to herself.

drunk slave

Drunk me is best me.  I wake up and marvel at what blacked out drunk-me did the night before.   Laundry is done and folded and put away.  dishes are cleaned.  garbage is taken out.  Week's worth of food is cooked and waiting in the fridge. new oil painting is completed.  Bills are paid and ready to be mailed out. car is washed and clean (that was a nice one).

i love waking up and seeing what drunk-me has done for me-me.

Its like having a slave.  I provide food and shelter and alcohol and my drunk-slave just does things for me.

ahhh, the sweet sound of girls screaming to sing me to sleep.

thats too much man

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