Category : Life of Giang

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(Just kidding, Bob.)  :-)

I see dancers, but sometimes I see something more martial. Painting well is a talent I wish I had. That, and training cats. My cats are little, and full of inopportune puke.

Short hike after work to reduce stress. May need to move closer to K2 to sufficiently stifle the amazing shitstorm of aggravation I feel between weekends.

Although: Queer Eye is now on Netflix. I love you, Netflix. I love you for delivering gay style to my frazzled nerves. /bows

I’m going to spend the rest of my life straightening this damn wall and I’m not even done with it yet. :p

What we found on New Year’s day. ;)

I ran out of gas today on my lunch break. Yaris chugged, then faded away. In my memory, the road was somehow smoother once the engine died, although – probably not. I turned into a residential street, and pulled off the road. Even managed to avoid the red zone.

While I waited for Curt to come with the gas, I realized a few things:

1. I don’t like being dependent on gas. Not for environmental purposes, but I always feel like I could just, you know, run the car myself a la Fred Flintstone. Not true, but in my head so many things are possible.

2. After a rocky morning at work, having my car run out of gas (my own fault) was a minor inconvenience. In fact, work and all its vicissitudes are largely minor inconveniences. In the grand scheme of things, they don’t matter, and are not worth all the hours of my life I spend fretting about them.

3. The real crises of my life I pretend do not exist, or put off addressing: my weight, for one, and my lack of fulfillment, another.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the details, and Andrew Ryan wants to know: am I a (wo)man, or a slave?

…just because my speakers say “Bluetooth” on the box doesn’t mean they should be used via(? on? with?) Bluetooth. They are still the best speakers I’ve ever had. I feel like I can practically reach out and touch Tom Chaplin. ;)