I’ll never stop trying to never forgive myself for taking even one moment from my daughter for myself
Tag Archives: saturday
Approved
Money to live and more to live safe
Skate Park
Do a christ air on this one cause there’s skate in the name
Birth
1-16-21 I’m writing this one in the dark in bed, at a point so late that time doesn’t even matter. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I work Monday through Friday so that means I wring every minute out of the weekend I can because I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Ceramic Seat
3/7/20 Does writing a day into memory lessen its significance on my life if I do it while taking a shit? Or is it lifted to a new, holistic experience? My body is processing. I am living, experiencing, and following through on years of evolutionary planning. When I sit on a porcelain throne and remindContinue reading “Ceramic Seat”
Leap Day
2/29/20 Fucking stupid leap day. Bullshit. I’m tempted to just write “fuck off” for today’s diary log. Life is needlessly complex. I’m not the good guy, but I’m not the bad guy, either. Why do I feel so strongly?
Seven Billion 24’s
2/22/20 Where do I begin today? How do you pick a moment of recollect from a full 24 hours? If you took one 24 hour chunk from everyone in the world you’d have over 7 billion days, experiences, instances just gone. Think of what we could get done with 7 billion 24s working as one.Continue reading “Seven Billion 24’s”
Zoo
2/8/20 We went to the Oakland Zoo today. Marie’s godsister works there, so when Marie mentioned going this weekend she said “I got you guys,” and she did got us. She got us in for free, helped us get a stroller for free, got us a jump in line, free lunch, a private room (technicallyContinue reading “Zoo”
Ikea
2/1/20 I’m writing in bed again. I figure I can get out from behind my desk once in a while. You know—really explore the countryside with my diary. All I want is to snack snack snack snack snack. My teeth are in a real chompy mood. I’ve had some snacks here and there.
Calliope
1/25/20 Today was a lovely day. I woke up early, went back to sleep, and enjoyed waking up slow. I awoke in a way that felt natural. Black mold (non-toxic) grows in our bathroom because even though we pay $1400/month for rent our landlords can’t bother to install a fan to help with humidity. IContinue reading “Calliope”
Ed Boy 