And then when you’re walking down the stairs you say “fuck those guys” but there are no guys there?
And then when you’re standing in the kitchen getting your lunch ready you see a teeny purple flower on the floor and say “get the fuck out of here” and kick it under the stove?
And then Alexa plays Kiss Me Deadly and then you think to yourself “Why does Ozzy get to hold heaven in the palm of his hand? Fuck that.”
And then when you’re driving to work your phone vibrates in your pocket so you pull it out and see it’s an email from Amazon Prime Video. They’re canceling your Comic-Con HQ Subscription because the channel is no longer available. And then you say “I don’t give a fuck about that. I never did.”
And then when you’re sitting at your work desk pondering all the fucks you’ve said before 9AM this very morning, you remember that not all the stories end with a spiritual revelation.
So if you gave a “fuck that” for each thing in your morning to emulate that you had zero fucks to give…..did you really give zero fucks? I feel like this needs a mathematical theory written about it.
For tonight’s dinner menu we have sourdough toast, over-medium eggs, potato pancakes, and le green onions. I’m still not a potato pancake chef but these check out.
Note to future self: silver dollar size are easier to manhandle.
I saw someone post a how-to video on FB earlier today and I thought, “I like taters, I can make those critters” and there you have it.
God, take me where you want me to go, teach me what you want me to learn, let your will override mine. Keep me on the spiritual path, help me love the other humans.
It’s usually a variation of that anyway. Sometimes I say them before I leave the house. Sometimes I say them when I’m driving to work. Some days I mean every word and other days I’m just mouthing the letters.
Some days I don’t say them at all.
But it’s simple. I’m not Saint Francis over here. And most importantly, they remind me that I’m not El Presidente.
More than one year after launching a Kickstarter for a stylish, high-end hoverboard called Moov, Mark Cuban-backed Radical Transport has disbanded, refunds have been issued to backers, and the product is indefinitely shelved.
It wasn’t a hoverboard in the first place.
If it’s touching the ground, it’s not hovering. This is Dictionary 101, people. 🙄
As I sit here doing boy stuff, I was thinking about girl stuff. And something dawned on me while listening to Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty and thinking about Sara. Because she likes horses and so does the woman in Petty’s song.[1]
So what I was thinking is that what women want is to be wanted. They want to count. They want to feel like the relationship is important. Above all else, they want to know.
The specifics of how we as men show them these things are up to us as individuals[2] based on our personalities and the like but the end games are the same.
Keep in mind that I generally don’t know what I’m talking about but I have a feeling I’m close.
I think it’s up to everyone as an individual in a relationship to make the other feel wanted for sure. For instance gay relationships, doesn’t depend on a man to make these feelings of importance come to light. Just the significant other ya know?
Momma J
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You’ve given the balance of your fucks away before noon!!!!
I know!! I’ll always keep a reserve though. Because there are some days when everything is exaggeratedly terrible.
You so smart. :-)
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Karly · Sep 28, 2018 at 10:17 am
So if you gave a “fuck that” for each thing in your morning to emulate that you had zero fucks to give…..did you really give zero fucks? I feel like this needs a mathematical theory written about it.
Yep. I can’t say “zero fucks given” though, that’s somebody else’s mantra. But yeah, your equations line up.
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Meicher · Sep 28, 2018 at 1:09 pm
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Mitchell · Sep 28, 2018 at 7:03 pm
Omg can so relate just one of them days is how I look at it
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chrisrich · Sep 29, 2018 at 4:26 pm
Is “Fuck that” a prayer? I want to think a sponsor told me that but maybe…… i just wish a sponsor told me that.
It’s definitely a prayer. A “letting go” kinda prayer generally reserved for cloudy days.
chrisrich · Sep 30, 2018 at 9:14 am
Ok I’m running with that!!!!
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