"standard fecklessness"
Lol. Y'all can put that on my tombstone.
"standard fecklessness"
Lol. Y'all can put that on my tombstone.
Ya, it's cozy and quiet.
Fargo is a surprisingly fun town to be in your 20's. Lots of music and a cool art scene.
I had a blast there in my early 20s. Lots of jobs and reasonable rents. Walkable neighborhoods.
There was a grateful dead cover band that played every Thursday night in this awesome space that used to be a theater. Danced my face off on the regular.
I love carpet, just the ones that you can pull up and give a thorough clean to occasionally tho. Built-in carpets are nuts.
I've always been of the opinion that one can use their words. I've never read anything with emojis crammed in where I felt they've added anything of substance. It just seems lazy and a bit trashy.
Yes. I'm well aware I'm a curmudgeon. I make no apologies.
Indoor plumbing. Seriously. Go without for a couple of weeks and tell me how you feel about hot showers and flush toilets.
Also, people really underestimate how difficult it would be to just fuck off into the woods. You'd need a good amount of planning and knowledge to do it. What's edible within what time range. Where the animals are at what time of year. And if you're up north you always gotta be laying in firewood.
Also civilization has taken over most of the good hunter gatherer/ subsistence farming spots. River valleys, estuaries, anywhere with good fertile soil. Most of the places with good desolate wilderness to fuck off into was left desolate because it's fucking desolate.
Being an over the road trucker has cured me of all poop shyness and public toilet squeamishness. Dump out in the company of some of the foulest humans to ever grace these American byways. Kinda cathartic in a fucked up sorta way.
How you think I got my name? It burns good
I noticed my dreams get more hectic and urgent if I have to pee. If I get up, relive the bladder and then go back to sleep it's sweet dreams again.
But I wish I could remember my dreams better. I wake up convinced I could write a banger of a novel some days. But they're gone so quickly from my reckoning. The brain is such a weird thing.
Oh man this is one of my pet peeves. You're standing in line, then in front of the cashier. All to pay for your stuff. Then it's this whole production werin a look of surprise that, yes you do actually have to pay, followed by 5 minutes of digging through the bag for your card.
Most people pay with a card. You can usually tap your card as soon as the cashier scans something.
Dust from an angel. What could possibly go wrong?