lxforever

^ title = all I’m listening to right now. over and over. From HOME ALONE. It’s the perfect get-sh*t-done in-the-holiday-season piece of songwork. Which, two weeks away from a big project coming to fruition at work, is a necessary component.

Cache! Cash! Cach´!

This is just going to be an update about whateverrrr I want.

How is it that just NOW I am thinking 17-year-olds are, like, kids, rather than just tiny adults? Is it b/c that age is equidisant(ish) between my age and my daughter’s age?

Or I’m just old.

I have a question! / Can I ask you a question?

What is it?

It’s an interrogative statement, used to test knowledge. But that’s not important right now.

BUT WHAT IS???

I woke up at 4:30am. My alarm was set to go off at 5 as usual. So I just stayed up. VERY BAD IDEA. Anything with a 4 (or 3, or whatever) in front of it is a bad time to wake up. I have this theory (NOT a question) that it’s not so much the hours of sleep but the time I wake up. The perfect time is, like, 7 or 8…but right now, to do all I wish to do in life, that is not do-able. So, Not 4 is the new goal. Hah.

WHATEVER.

All talk and no walk. You don’t want to be that. You want to produce, not talk a big game. Etc.

You want to…take a NAP. Not MOVE to Napa! (SATC yo)

you might get a phone call saying YOUR PHONE IS DONE. YES!!! PLEASE let it work.

You might…get 5 emails saying “don’t do this!!1!!111!!!” even as you already had.

You might just have to go build some HTML quick. BRB.

YOU MIGHT…be living January in November.

YOU *MIGHT* be looking forward to seeing all your buddies tonight!

You might, you just might, you just just just might.

Adios!