Last night became rocky. I had had a good-feeling workout, eaten well enough (fries came after my full-size salad) at Wendy’s afterward, picked up my electric guitar after years of not practicing, and studied some Italian. 309 more words
Tags » Faking It.
I’m going to realize my dreams through Photoshop. Not dreams as in goals, but my actual crazy, Inception-style dreams. Well, I guess I could Photoshop myself winning the Pulitzer and that would also realize a dream/goal, so evidently any type of dream is achievable through photo manipulation! 439 more words
Some people call it “fake it until you make it”; I call it the bullshit lunch. You know, the interaction with another person where everyone fakes conviviality and harmony while the elephant in the room is dancing a rhumba in the far corner of the room, complete with maracas and a trumpet. 455 more words