ForestGreyson

At LAX, I deeply love it when you know where people are flying based on their clothing. Especially when it’s a couple of sereral years wearing “aloha” attire. May your loves evolve and long-endure.

My coffee smells like hot dogs. Am I dying?

I just heard someone use “the poors” conversationally and not as a joke. I didn’t know that was a phrase people used in earnest. Reality is dissolving before me.

You ever worry if all those times you didn’t care will ever catch up with you?

I just saw titanium chopsticks available on massdrop. What kind of human needs those? Useless until our robot overlords get a taste for silicone sushi. Can we please dial back our waste to justifiable levels?

If any of you have gotten bored with our planet (or tv), check out Blue Planet II on Netflix...then chat with me about it if you want.

Know what’s cool about mental disorders like depression or anxiety? As the host of a parasite, you’re stronger and longer-lived than the thing that’s eating off you.

I just had an automated customer service bot project noises of typing my information on a keyboard. The world is fascinating sometimes. Soon, they will audibly sigh when I press “0” with fervor to speak to a representative.

Found my high school iPod this morning. My gym is about to see an hour of interpretive dance with nostalgic angst at its root.

From a wreck in ‘09, my clavicle shifted from whipping around my seatbelt. My neck was sore this morning following a normal night at the gym. After 11 years of work to balance my body, my muscles pulled the bone back where it belongs. I hope you all wake up sore & healed soon.

One of the better benedictions available is that you find progress in your life. What’s neat is that due to inevitability of change, progress is unavoidable. Your meteoric future is on course.

A wedding party, complete with boutineers, just walked in to a punk show. I don’t know what to do with this juxtaposition of establishment and “anti” thereof.

In the context of alcohol Mixer: a thing that hides the thing in which you are hiding.

FREE. GOOD. BOOK.

Sometimes at the start of a run, I feel like Bambi learning to walk. I say this because, though I’ll never run Boston or Barclay, I consider myself an alright runner. It’s ok to feel like you’re bad at something. Maybe you even are, but that’s probably fine, too.

The bliss of losing yourself to the drink and music of a local bar is a terrific reason to never get famous. You know, in case you ever get that option.

I’m getting real tired of the marketing formula: portmanteau + “technology”.

You ever realize how rarely you pluralize “moose”?

I want to have a puppy shower.

Going out in public in leggings feels so good. Why are guys not onto yoga pants yet?