greeks,
another meme. this journal has reached the meme saturation point, i think. mr_sadhead did a five topics meme tuesday last, offering five of his own for people who asked. i asked for some. here are my replies. i should really stop stalking this guy :(
food
i am "picky". some would say my tongue is "unrefined". i would say what if my tongue is too refined? just because you like a lot of different things, doesnt make those things good. dont mind the taste of raw fish? neither do animals.
on a different note, i love chipotle gourmet mexican grille. it has nothing to do with actual chipotle. the trendy [at least at one time] sauce is nowhere to be found on the menu. thats good because i dont like it. aside from the delicious two hand burritos that i wonder if i could ever get tired of, everything is done right. the decor is nothing to write home about, and it is a little too industrial, but it is stylish and not depressing like an old hospital cafeteria.
the food is truly fast. it is made custom as youre ordering it, and it is made right in front of you on an assembly line. the music is listenable and you are not required to block it from your mind. the only detraction is the cost. one burrito and a drink is easily over 10 dollars. the price of quality i guess. i hope this place never changes and is around for many decades. now let us never speak of it again
your daily existence
i sleep so much that it may actually harm me. if i go too long, i actually get a headache. im worried about giving myself a tumor or something. mostly i sleep to avoid looking for a job, to be painfully honest. days blend into each other and turn into months as i avoid life daily while sleeping a year away. the silver lining is ive started looking for a job again. i hope to make it an everyday habit. this paragraph has made me a sad guy
lj
even though ive had this journal since highschool, i only have 4 readers. it was down to one for a long time [pokes calendars_death]. if i had 10 people reading, that would be perfectly numbered. im not greedy. one day, i may copy this entire thing to somewhere, although it is unpleasant to read my own writing about my own life. i think of lj as something to do rather than a record of events, so i might not copy it after all. it wouldnt be the same without the comments and pictures anyway
where youre going
down. can i turn it around in time to avoid a homeless hell of a life? tune in next week!
what saved your life
as you can tell from the previous paragraphs, my life is yet to be saved.
as far as near death experiences, there are no war stories. i have done some pretty stupid things though. like chasing a bigwheel into traffic, diving into a three foot pool and actually smacking my skull on the bottom, and most recently driving the wrong way on a one way street in downtown kansas city. then there was the time a swingset fell on my head. it was like the stereotypical godzilla scene where the guy stands still with his arms over his head in the shadow of a foot. sometimes i wonder if it changed me somehow. it would have been cool if i could suddenly play the piano or something, but so far, any negative or positive effects are not apparent to me.
it seems like everyone has a story to tell about a mysterious occurence that saved their life while making a good case for a higher power. the closest thing was a long time ago when my mother left me in her car while running an errand in an apartment building. i remember her telling me specifically not to touch anything. i sat there in my seat being a good lad, but the car had ideas of its own when it started drifting backwards in the parking lot towards the street. being quite inexperienced with automobiles, i was at a loss for a course of action, so me and mr car went on our way towards traffic. at the end of the parking lot, the car stopped and my mother came running out of the building after me. i was very young, so the details are foggy. i have to keep reminding myself that it happened this way. the cause of the episode was probably an ineffective parking brake and the end was probably a lack of slope, but it seemed supernatural at the time. and i could totally play up the whole thing as the work of angels
well, thar me topics. things got a lot more personal than i expected, and i wrote about food to point of me feeling weird about it. if you want topics of your own, i will try to think of them. closing sentence.
food
i am "picky". some would say my tongue is "unrefined". i would say what if my tongue is too refined? just because you like a lot of different things, doesnt make those things good. dont mind the taste of raw fish? neither do animals.
on a different note, i love chipotle gourmet mexican grille. it has nothing to do with actual chipotle. the trendy [at least at one time] sauce is nowhere to be found on the menu. thats good because i dont like it. aside from the delicious two hand burritos that i wonder if i could ever get tired of, everything is done right. the decor is nothing to write home about, and it is a little too industrial, but it is stylish and not depressing like an old hospital cafeteria.
the food is truly fast. it is made custom as youre ordering it, and it is made right in front of you on an assembly line. the music is listenable and you are not required to block it from your mind. the only detraction is the cost. one burrito and a drink is easily over 10 dollars. the price of quality i guess. i hope this place never changes and is around for many decades. now let us never speak of it again
your daily existence
i sleep so much that it may actually harm me. if i go too long, i actually get a headache. im worried about giving myself a tumor or something. mostly i sleep to avoid looking for a job, to be painfully honest. days blend into each other and turn into months as i avoid life daily while sleeping a year away. the silver lining is ive started looking for a job again. i hope to make it an everyday habit. this paragraph has made me a sad guy
lj
even though ive had this journal since highschool, i only have 4 readers. it was down to one for a long time [pokes calendars_death]. if i had 10 people reading, that would be perfectly numbered. im not greedy. one day, i may copy this entire thing to somewhere, although it is unpleasant to read my own writing about my own life. i think of lj as something to do rather than a record of events, so i might not copy it after all. it wouldnt be the same without the comments and pictures anyway
where youre going
down. can i turn it around in time to avoid a homeless hell of a life? tune in next week!
what saved your life
as you can tell from the previous paragraphs, my life is yet to be saved.
as far as near death experiences, there are no war stories. i have done some pretty stupid things though. like chasing a bigwheel into traffic, diving into a three foot pool and actually smacking my skull on the bottom, and most recently driving the wrong way on a one way street in downtown kansas city. then there was the time a swingset fell on my head. it was like the stereotypical godzilla scene where the guy stands still with his arms over his head in the shadow of a foot. sometimes i wonder if it changed me somehow. it would have been cool if i could suddenly play the piano or something, but so far, any negative or positive effects are not apparent to me.
it seems like everyone has a story to tell about a mysterious occurence that saved their life while making a good case for a higher power. the closest thing was a long time ago when my mother left me in her car while running an errand in an apartment building. i remember her telling me specifically not to touch anything. i sat there in my seat being a good lad, but the car had ideas of its own when it started drifting backwards in the parking lot towards the street. being quite inexperienced with automobiles, i was at a loss for a course of action, so me and mr car went on our way towards traffic. at the end of the parking lot, the car stopped and my mother came running out of the building after me. i was very young, so the details are foggy. i have to keep reminding myself that it happened this way. the cause of the episode was probably an ineffective parking brake and the end was probably a lack of slope, but it seemed supernatural at the time. and i could totally play up the whole thing as the work of angels
well, thar me topics. things got a lot more personal than i expected, and i wrote about food to point of me feeling weird about it. if you want topics of your own, i will try to think of them. closing sentence.