Monthly Archives: July 2018


Sights of Silverdale…and other randoms

Salty old Joe

I am still upset that libraries are not quiet zones anymore. And I’m not even talking about kids, but the adults that don’t turn off their cell phone ringers and talk hella loud on them.



Book Of Questions: Love And Sex-Question #152

If you can into great wealth, would you be afraid of being taken for a ride by someone who was after you for your money? How would you protect yourself without being overly suspicious of people? Continue reading

It’s true

First 12 iPhone apps

Still using ESPN & Fandango. The greyed our ones were never updated to 64bit.

Sugar packet quote

“In your life, you are the paint, the painter, and the painting.”

If this is true, then I am lead based paint, being used by a toddler for a messy smear of a finger painting, while sucking on my fingers.

Day one of a newly fresh hell for me. I just want to just stay in bed and rot away surfing the web. But I got one task done with getting Visiting Angels to come over so it’s a start.

I don’t want any of this responsibility. I’m such a fuckboi. A 44 year old scared fuckboi. I probably should be doing some DBT to talk me down. But all I do is talk myself down. There is never a solution or a solution that I take.