I’m only writing because you force me to
Done are the days where I have care free moments reading through piles and piles of fun Google Reader joy. Now I’m merely updating you people on the happenings of my quasi-exciting (in that lame and aging way) life that I’ve got with me and my mutt.
Work is ever impending, requiring that I throw not one but like 5 events on simultaneously. Incidentally, if you’re in the LA area and wish to learn a thing or two about fluid dynamics, make sure to pop by to this. It will be a real hoot, and there’s always plenty of beer and my lost face in the crowd to greet you.
It seems like these days are blessed with good intentions and motivations with little to show for them. I’m really trying to get into some sort of DIY with my newly purchased glue gun, but when I start thinking of what I want to put together I look around the apartment and realize the whole damn place needs such a face lift, the single project in hands/head would be like glitter on dog shit. Except, not nearly as stinky.
Oh, and I recently joined Twitter … in case you wanted a play by play of how dull my life really can be. It’s usually updates on my cooking and hanging with Little Man, but I swear I tend to go out from time to time. It’s just, lately I don’t have the motivation. I know I’m getting older, but am I really that OLD?
Meh … at least there are always shows. And not to mention a few awesome friends who seem to endlessly keep me occupied.
Happy belated birthday to Jason, who made me dress up for his birthday.
