Talk about your day thread

[96583UP]

I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

I may not have yesterday overall. I woke up not feeling good and slept til 9:00. Started working right away so I didn't eat anything until 12:30ish.

[Chris_H_2]

I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

I may not have yesterday overall. I woke up not feeling good and slept til 9:00. Started working right away so I didn't eat anything until 12:30ish.

Leonard, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Shame on you.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I slept a large part of the afternoon because I felt lightheaded and generally mentally and physically...off.

did you eat enough today

I may not have yesterday overall. I woke up not feeling good and slept til 9:00. Started working right away so I didn't eat anything until 12:30ish.

Leonard, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Shame on you.

stfu

[Bammer]

More drinks for you!

I left by 9pm

[BurtReynolds]

you ever try to change a battery in a late model Buick LaCrosse? Holy shit is this ridiculous. I had to tear out the trunk to get to it (after spending about an hour trying to figure out how to get power to the car so I could open the trunk.

[96583UP]

i am wearing costco socks and slippers with the socks pulled up

[Coach]

Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

[dad]

Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

Super Sunday?

[Coach]

Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

Super Sunday?

Afternoon. She's a pro photographer and we are going to photograph some oddities around Boston. Should be fun. Chill date.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Seems like an awfully long time between dates

[VinylGuy]

I only left home to buy some ice cream, because tonight ill watch a little of the grammys and then Big Brother while i wait for True Detective.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

Yesterday I spent several hours floating around in a pool listening to music. I listened to these albums in their entirety

The Age of Pleasure by Janelle Monae
My Dad Died by Justice Cow
The Real Ramona by Throwing Muses
Star by Belly
Red Moon in Venus by Kali Uchis
Heretic Pride by The Mountain Goats
No Drum and Bass in the Jazz Room by Clever Girl
Cousin by Wilco
In the Jungle, Babe by Charles Wright & the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band
North by Elvis Costello

Listening to music while swimming is one of my favorite things in the world

[96583UP]

Coach, the newest one is two inches taller than you? And answered a text with “yeah definitely”?

Bro you are OUT. Move on.

I have, it's up to her if she wants to reach out again.

Well, well, well. Tall girl and I exchanged texts last night.

Apparently, a date is still on for next weekend.

Update: Second date set for next Sunday.

Super Sunday?

Afternoon. She's a pro photographer and we are going to photograph some oddities around Boston. Should be fun. Chill date.

Congrats man

that sounds like a nice day

you can def ask her to photograph your weiner at some point

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[96583UP]

nice

please keep us apprised in the poop thread on the outcome

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

nice

please keep us apprised in the poop thread on the outcome

Hoping to bump the I had sex thread first but not holding breath

walk before running trag

[Bammer]

Seems like an awfully long time between dates

What’s the rush there Warren Beatty

Not gettin’ any younger, there, chief!