perfect week

focusing on that - to shift gears

Rode the bike to work and home every day.

It has been a challenging week. Difficult. Exhausting.

Rewarding? yes. But then serious struggles.

I almost was able to check off the list before I left the office this week. Almost.

Not too much left on it, at least on the priority list.

but hey...  whatever...

someone brought up being ghosted again.

I realized I kind of got hard core ghosted by my closest friends w/o realizing it. But then I'm sure I've inadvertently ghosted friends and not realized it. So that equals out right? or not. I hope not because that sucks.

at least i have a good group of friends in the local pedaling club, we may not be super close but we're close in proximity and hey they are really good people....

anyway... i do wish i could just not give a fuck, like some twisted asshole, and laugh at the misfortune of others, laugh at people struggling with food choices based on really well intended but horrible advice. But then hey. capitalism. gotta pay for trump towers some how right? exploit the idiots "THIS IS HOW YOU NEED TO EAT BUT PAY ME MONEY AND I'LL HELP" but it doesn't help it just makes you a forever client and that group/person a shit ton of money because they are exploiting you and everyone else.

GeWilli needs something...

something to get this frustration out...

is it because the students are verbally expressing their struggles and i'm bottling it up and not saying anything because i have asshole friends who, to my face, flaunt the opposite and proudly and loudly but then complain about the symptoms their behavior elicits? But yeah, that's because i'm too opinionated and an asshole expressing them.

But guess what, all you assholes are suffering, and so am I because I'm both shutting up but then being conflicted about their suffering because i'm pretending you fuckheads know what you're talking about. And no.

I'm kind of certain pretty much the couple knuckle heads most targeted, know they are targeted here and won't read this, ever.

So if you're actually reading this be comforted...  or be scared...  but whatever... i'm so close to the point of so not caring that it scares me.

Why?

I'm scared to think that I'd watch someone willfully hurting themselves and be happy to just watch them flounder.

But you know what? Who cares.

Pass me a beer and fuck all'y'all

also 400K in RI in one day?

or maybe fuck that - stick with the 12 hundo in july...

or maybe i just need to start the zero screen count down to sleep...

or...

yeah...

fuck it...

whatever

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