I Would do Unspeakable, Sordid Things for These

Travel checklist musts:
-Passport
-Copy of passport
-Currency, local and American
-Combo lock
-Flipflops
-A towel (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans and guests of disgusting hostels, unite!)
-Quality headphones

I am not negotiable about any of the above. Beyond that, I usually like to bring Honey Nut Cheerios and a list of addresses.

http://www.gradolabs.com/frameset_main.htm
http://www.buy.com/retail/product.asp?sku=210401797&listingid=41901817&dcaid=17902

One day, I hope to be as good at what I do as these guys are at their purpose.

Makes Me Happy

"Fizgig, no!" <--Makes Me Happy


So does this troup's writeups.

Happy Friday!

Lame

The silly thing about a mashup life as a kiddult (ad-child?), is that recreationally, I live like a kid-- getting trucked in soccer games, skating, chemical laced jaunts with friends around the Pocono woods trying to scare each other shitless, getting thrown into too-shallow lakes (thanks boys), starting cake fights. In stark contrast, I've worked hard enough to land a job with great medical insurance, which on principle is nice, given that my body has been wrecked by my youth (mostly from soccer, but there's a dent in the left side of my head that has big sister written all over it).

I can't lift my left arm all the way, I get shooting pain down my left leg if I sit too long, and it constantly feels like there's a bone jabbing out of my back under my shoulder blade. The responsible (read, adult) aspect of my life has it such that I leak money out the asshole (yes, that's my pet name for my shitty direct deposit, "asshole") to have excellent health insurance, but my adult life is so crammed that I don't even have time to use it.