May 3, 2005
As I write today’s diary (Monday night) it’s a chilly 45 degrees outside. My window is open and a sweat shirt/sweat pants are the perfect wardrobe for such an evening. My point? I don’t have one; it’s just a nice feeling.
I had a bad-eating day yesterday. Stress and convenience led to poor lunch and dinner choices. But I stopped myself both times and only ate half of what was on my plate. Now, for the record, I’m writing about it because it was part of my day. And I feel I’m being honest by doing so – But what really does not help me are negative comments left on my message board. Honestly, if you can’t say anything nice or positive, go somewhere else – it’s just wasted energy, you know? I don’t want to get rid of the ‘comments’ but I will if I keep reading crap from people that don’t really know me. And no one thought my photo by the radiator was funny?! What’s up!? Moving on.
I lost the foam bit to my headphones the other day.
Sans foam
I feel naked without my headphones. I kept wearing them without the foam but it’s not so comfortable. I guess it’s on there for a reason. I tried those ear bud things but they hurt my ears. Not from the volume but from the contact. I can’t believe I’m even writing about such trivia. It’s all so pointless compared to all the problems in the world. But, in the same breath, good headphones can make or break your day, ha ha.
I love having a clean apartment. I cleaned the heck out of it on Sunday and damn, if it wasn’t nice to come home on Monday night. It wasn’t crazy messy but everything just seemed a little out of sorts. A place for everything and blah blah blah.
I loved that runaway bride story this past weekend. She really DID NOT want to get married, ha ha. I just saw a story where the groom still wants to marry her, ha ha!. Give it up brother! She’d rather go to jail than marry you. We’re (men) very dumb when it comes to matters of the heart. Yet another Hoax – remember when the news media used to investigate things? Now it’s all about how your kid’s cafeteria food is too cold or too hot. When I was a kid, we ate our bacteria and no one gave a damn. (I don't have a point here either)
That’s it!
Stay beautiful,
Bob
I had a bad-eating day yesterday. Stress and convenience led to poor lunch and dinner choices. But I stopped myself both times and only ate half of what was on my plate. Now, for the record, I’m writing about it because it was part of my day. And I feel I’m being honest by doing so – But what really does not help me are negative comments left on my message board. Honestly, if you can’t say anything nice or positive, go somewhere else – it’s just wasted energy, you know? I don’t want to get rid of the ‘comments’ but I will if I keep reading crap from people that don’t really know me. And no one thought my photo by the radiator was funny?! What’s up!? Moving on.
I lost the foam bit to my headphones the other day.
Sans foam
I feel naked without my headphones. I kept wearing them without the foam but it’s not so comfortable. I guess it’s on there for a reason. I tried those ear bud things but they hurt my ears. Not from the volume but from the contact. I can’t believe I’m even writing about such trivia. It’s all so pointless compared to all the problems in the world. But, in the same breath, good headphones can make or break your day, ha ha.
I love having a clean apartment. I cleaned the heck out of it on Sunday and damn, if it wasn’t nice to come home on Monday night. It wasn’t crazy messy but everything just seemed a little out of sorts. A place for everything and blah blah blah.
I loved that runaway bride story this past weekend. She really DID NOT want to get married, ha ha. I just saw a story where the groom still wants to marry her, ha ha!. Give it up brother! She’d rather go to jail than marry you. We’re (men) very dumb when it comes to matters of the heart. Yet another Hoax – remember when the news media used to investigate things? Now it’s all about how your kid’s cafeteria food is too cold or too hot. When I was a kid, we ate our bacteria and no one gave a damn. (I don't have a point here either)
That’s it!
Stay beautiful,
Bob
