Apr 9, 2018 at 7:24 am
Speaking of marathons…
And then there was that one time when we were living in Connecticut in the middle of winter and TNT had a weekend marathon for
Planet of the Apes.
By the time Sunday night came around everybody hated the apes except me.
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:57 am
And then there was that one time on Aug 8th, 2015 when I wrote in my diary: “Ugh. I could be happy with a shoestring as long as the shoestring loved me back.”
And then a month before on July 12th I had wrote, “Soul eating cocksuckers.”
I’m glad I was able to move beyond all of that without really loosing my shit. 😊
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:51 pm
I’m not overly fond of the word, “slice.” I never say slice. Not a slice of pizza or a slice of pie. It’s always a piece.
“Splice” is okay but remove the “p” and it’s out of the question. I never slice anything either. I cut shit. Not often with surgical precision.
This also may be the dumbest thing I’ve ever wrote. Or written. Depending on your grammar.
It’s not the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. That would be when I was holding a lit firecracker, blew it out, and made the mistake of thinking I was good.
These are the kinds of things I think about when I don’t have any real life struggles.
#meanwhile #writtenword #diariespodcast
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:11 am
My mom likes to remind me of this every so often, she sent it to me just a few minutes ago…
Six Flags in St Louis - the log ride. I had no idea you had been so terrified!
Terrified? We were only ten-stories in the air without seat belts, crash helmets, or even parachutes. Hell, I had learned to tie my shoes only moments before. But sure, let’s put seven year old Travis right up front where
Evel Knievel usually sits.
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