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Triple Shot.

timpadraic — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 06:10:19 +0000

Someone gave me a ride home from work last week so I didn’t have to bike home in the rain. I said, “Thanks, but like really, thank you.” Then I spent the rest of the night fantasizing about me getting rich and famous and paying him back 100 fold.

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Have you ever had a dream where you get fired from your job and after you wake up, realize it was a dream, and get really disappointed?

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I was at a barbeque last week and flies started to land on the food when we were all done. Someone said, “Must be a tribute to good cooking.” Then I saw the fly land on the pile of shit the dog just dropped.

Triple Shot.

timpadraic — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 18:17:29 +0000

J'♡ Paris. Indiana is a chain of Tex-Mex restaurants in Paris.

On the three minute ride to the train station today, I used all 28 speeds on my bike. The 17th was wholly useless.

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I like the sentence ______ is the death of art and plugging in everything I see. The sidewalk is the death of art. The newspaper is the death of art. Pizza Hut is the death of art.

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I don’t like to wear pants when I watch movies. I have a feeling that much of the world population is with me on this. This is the most plausible explanation I have found for why they keep movie theaters so cold all year round.

Things Lost ’08.

timpadraic — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 19:45:04 +0000

I will soon be packing up my life and taking it across the world… Again. And I suppose that after I knew that this decision would be made, I pretty much put a freeze on acquiring anything. A temporary house remains far less full. My friend Cory used to say, “Home is where the stuff is.” But few of us are as Buddhist as we should be and we still have attachments to material things and emotional hangings.

Things Lost in 2008.

A key to a bike lock.

An expensive pen. It isn’t the first time I’ve lost it. The first time I lost it, I said it was my grandfather’s pen so that people wouldn’t think I was stupid for buying and then losing an expensive pen.

My belt buckle with the name of my hometown.

Many pictures taken and half a story in a computer crash.

My wanderlust.

My job as a cleaning lady.

My ability and desire to do it all her way.

My interest in explaining things.

The desire to do much more than have endless Sunday afternoons.

One of the chairs in the teahaus. I still don’t know where that went.

Two books I lent out. (I kept three of other’s though. Sorry Matt, Agnes and Sophie.) The good ones never come back.

Most of my grass-is-greener mentality.

When I made this list last year, I had a whole slew of things that were stolen from a rented car when my parents and I parked outside a medieval city in the south of France. I remember swearing then that I would no longer fret over things (except for my computer, but I suppose that this thing processes more of myself than past lovers have.) But of course, I scrambled around swearing when I lost that pen. Yet looking at this list now, and last year’s as well, they both quickly become positive. Things lost becomes Things of which I’ve rid myself.

What’s your list? What’s making moving across the world just a little easier?