Jeb Ro, yo

It’s not a real friendship if you’re putting a lot of energy into the friendship and all you get in return is abuse. I’m getting less patient as I get older, and I certainly don’t have the patience to be a friend of convenience.

And I know I’m guilty of this too, and I hate it.

Tumblr, I’ve been ignoring you. And I’m not just talking about posting to you, because really - who reads my shit anyway?  I mean I haven’t even been reading you, which is too bad because I think you’ve got some of the most consistently creative (and funny) people on the whole Internet. I could spend hours reading and not get bored.

It hasn’t been purposely; it’s just that I haven’t had time. Like here’s what I was doing last weekend:

More photos of the Subway near Zion NP (Utah)

But hey, I’ve got a whole weekend coming up and not much to do, so whaddya say we snuggle up on the couch with a blanket, put on a movie, and then forget the movie is there?

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

“On the Radio”, Regina Spektor

Some days I just think ‘Fuck stoicism and even-temperedness. What have they done for me lately? Anger. Anger is where it’s at.’

And today is one of those days. As was yesterday. And last week.

I’m getting angry more often, but I’m also getting more comfortable with getting angry too. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing?