Breakin’ Digits
Read the comments. There is something about smoking joints in order to accomplish this great video.
Because sometimes thinking hurts…
This website has gone through many revisions since college but always maintained a spirit of fun. This is where I get to speak my mind, as a child would, spilling my thoughts without filtering them. I'm not likely to say anything profound or moving, but hopefully someone gets some entertainment value out of my ramblings.
Read the comments. There is something about smoking joints in order to accomplish this great video.
Based on my grandparents, I am bound to end up crazy. I mean crazier than I currently am now. I’m not sure about a clinical definition, but when I am old, I will have no idea what is going on around me. My doctor will be chosen based upon the ability to prescribe the drugs I want to cure the ailments I think I have plaguing me. I will do my best to keep my mind sharp by playing Sudoku, but I will still end up thinking I am in Las Vegas all the time.
Actually, I think part of the reason why my grandparents have lost some of their mental abilities is their lack of social life. I have remaining, my grandfather on my mom’s side, and my grandmother on my dad’s side. Neither of them have any friends, and their social interactions are limited to family. Without the ability to socialize constantly our minds go to mush.
It was a hot Labor Day Weekend. No one can deny that it was miserably hot, but it was also jam packed full of fun. Let’s skip the chit chat and get right into it.
Friday after work, we went to The Edison in Downtown Los Angeles. I knew we were going, but I didn’t think about it, so I had no clothes to wear. A quick stop at Ross fixed that problem right up.
A dragonfly was trying to cool down in the sprinklers by my fish barrel. Being someone that is not a fan of bugs, taking these pictures was a little bit scary for me. This bug is larger than my camera.