So the rent split program for my apartment complex finally let's you adjust the splits. This is occurring at the same time as my job upping overtime and my roomate getting a better job. I CAN FINALLY START LIVING.
Rest in paradise to the Queen of Country, the glamorous, gorgeous, incomparable Dolly Parton. 🌹 You inspired generations through your music and heart. Your legacy will live on. You will always be remembered and deeply missed. Rest well, Queen. 👑 #DollyParton
I wish I carried along a go-pro camera or something because we decided to speed through downtown Jacksonville on these Lime scooters and it was the most fun I've had in a long time.
We stopped to grab snacks at this Buc-ees after we hit Georgia. While we were headed to their wall of assorted jerky, the mascot was being escorted through a crowd of paying customers and one of them yells "WE LOVE YOU BUCEE" in the most hilarious tone. I hope to God someone recorded that moment.
I've always been comfortable taking moments of time to think, gathering myself, and basking in silence just enjoying the other person's presence. Where my issue stems is my mind wracking itself over whether someone I'm speaking with feels the same. Trying to perceive whether it's awkward for them.
Everyone handles silence or pockets of silence differently.
I've actually ended phone calls early or just flat out avoided calls or conversations entirely because of it. It's silly I know, but the more I like the person the more the thought bothers me.
My older brother bought some 3D printers. I'm about to lock in and study up on how to utilize them to make some cool stuff.
I eventually want to be able to make a helmet in the shape of some of my favorite Gundam/Zaku models.
Needless to say, I'm not the most social person. In terms of this platform, however, I drop in every blue moon to check up on a mutual or two. Otherwise, I drift off into my own headspace. An act reminiscent of a Pikachu strapped to balloons traversing caverns.