My life: a lot of potential and very little realization.
Very few posts on this blog, as well. But you might find some entertaining stuff if you go back a few years in the archives.
J'ai envie de me faire des pâtes mais la flemme de laver mon unique casserole. Help. Ca va finir avec des oeufs durs, pas besoin de laver.
The fact that I just created a "Tattoos" pinterest board probably means trouble.
The lesson of Uncharted 3 is, if you have a spider problem, just torch the place. Just what I always said. #famouslastwords
I understand that, structurally, what the knee accomplishes is far from trivial, but there's got to be a way to redesign so it hurts less when you bump it.
It just occurred to me that maybe you're not supposed to wait until your socks have holes to retire them.
If I eat packets of silica gel, will I die? I have, like, thirty or fourty grams. Should I look for something else?
Feel like crawling under a rock.
And then lifting the rock very high and letting it drop very fast.
Repeat as necessary.
Je n'avais jamais eu de "succès" comme NoPic, je ne savais pas à quel point l'univers entier s'acharnait à vous décourager de continuer.
Je vais faire un graphe pour savoir le jour où NoPic recevra plus de menaces de poursuites judiciaires que de paiements de compte premium.
Had an omelet from breakfast, spent the day being lethargic and finally had to get potatoes for dinner. Not optimal.
The backs of my hands look like I'm eighty. My skin used to be so smooth! (Sniff.) Guess I should stop washing them after I pee.
I remember when I thought "hey, it's a long weekend and I'm often more productive on weekends" and fuck that was seven days ago.
Damn, it's only when watching the replay that I realize my #drawsome looked like the Doctor and I missed the opportunity to add a fez.
Damnit, I'm unable to properly draw a stick figure with a cap on its head.
I have 152 unplayed podcasts. Next time iTunes tells me it's stopped updating This American Life, I should probably not protest anymore.
Reminds me of how I used to be in love with the few transparent bricks I owned.
Now that my #drawsome has been guessed, I can tell you: Oh how I want to have waffles.
Le Matinee Easter Festival démarre, là, alors je vais écouter de la musique très fort, boire beaucoup et être de très mauvaise humeur jusqu'à demain.
Thankfully @leroncier assured me he had received and transcribed my brainwaves, so I went back to sleep satisfied I'd have his notes today and I could use them to write my first book.
I had the most vivid sci-fi-adventure dream last night. Amazing to think how much I must imagine each night and forget each morning.
If I douse myself in gasoline and jump in the fireplace it might make the itch go away. Worth a try at any rate.
Poor planning: chipping your tooth a few days after going to the dentist.