words and patterns

The past is never far. I have Tiffany on the brain today. I'm just thinking of things I should say to her that I won't. It would probably be simple to do so, but I just don't think I want to start a conversation. I'd anticipate questions that don't have definitive answers.  Nicotina by Warped  Warped Nicotina Type: Nicaraguan Puro (Full-Bodied / Full Strength) Factory: Aganorsa Leaf Wrapper: Corojo '99 Binder/Filler: Criollo '98 and Corojo '99 Key Flavors: Black pepper, cedar, earth, and dark fruit. Sizes: Coronado (5 1/2 x 48), Corona Gorda (6 x 46), and Toro (6 x 52). I'm not good at gauging by eye but I would assume that I'm smoking a Corona Gorda. No no. Maybe it's maybe it's a Toro I don't know. I'm bad at this. It's interesting that they're Aganorsa rolled because there's zero issue with the infamous construction problems that aganorsa usually has.  I think I was going to start talking about Molly but...

I really like this show. It has the hallmarks of 90's television, but the CGI and digital cameras of the early 2000's are also heavily present. T'Pol is a great Vulcan character, and easy on the eyes. The engineering commander also gets a ton of screen time and does plenty with it, great "cowboy" character. But captain quantum leap dude and the plot of the series are core classic star trek, truly expanding the lore in thought provoking directions. 

I don't even know where to f****** begin I'm losing my f****** mind and I just need to vent because I can't actually say any of this stuff to real people because they all start f****** crying every time I talk about stuff like this or they're sick of hearing me say it because I say it everyday because it's true. Every single f****** day people from Pennsylvania are retarded. I hate this state. I hate the weather. I hate the culture or the lack thereof. I hate everything about it. I hate everything that comes from here. I hate everything that goes here every the way the roads are made makes less sense to him God f****** damn it. Everything here sucks. The people are s***** I was just telling someone the other day I have dated one one person from Pennsylvania while living in Pennsylvania. Everywhere else I've ever lived. I f***** everything that moved here. I can't f****** enjoy a human being for themselves. They're all s***** they're all selfish. They...

We live in a time where the matrix could be created, and experts would choose to send Keanu Reeves in to explore first given his experience in the field

Tess: Librarian Tess  Beachside shack Records of indie music Love in the bunk bed False nose Late night drugs late night movies late night beach

I don't like doing this everyday, it's another thing to disappoint myself with

You have these little isms about you. One that I'm thinking of right now is when you act out the characters that you're talking about when you tell a story about some abstract thing and you become the character for a moment and the faces you make as you express what those characters are doing  Or just watching you explain something to someone. You have a cadence and a rhythm that you enjoy and it's fun to watch you fall into it and interplay with it

The word placard comes from the Middle French placard, which originally meant "a large document or poster" and was related to the verb plaquier, "to plaster, lay flat, or affix". Its ultimate root is likely the Middle Dutch placken, meaning "to patch or fix". So, it essentially describes something affixed or "plastered" onto a wall for public notice.

Character idea  A man with tattoos on his face. He believes that what he's written on his face is an absolute truth, but people who see his tattoos can't decipher them, thereby making his truth unreachable inaccessible he is an enigma. He is the enigma. He's a puzzle. He is perplexed by other people not understanding his truth. He believes it is plain for everyone to see. 

I need to keep writing in here. There's nothing happening that I need to write about though. And if I wrote about my inner thoughts and feelings, I feel like I'd be here all day talking about the same three things I think and feel about. I guess I've never really understood that aspect of journaling. I'm sure over a long period of time I could note some significant changes to my thoughts and feelings, but it's so monotonous to write or even think about the same fucking thoughts and feelings everyday or even periodically.  Whatever it's also a cigar journal I guess. So let's talk about what I'm smoking. It's EPC encore black. It's good. I'm enjoying it. It's not my favorite Portola. It's some sort of figurado, but it's tasty. It's got the Nicaraguans sweet earthiness to it that I enjoy.  Been watching. Oh wait. Let me get my picture in.  Okay so I was going to say I've been watching Fargo, the series. Now I have...

I'm too depressed to write, write a real journal instrument, but I made a recurring alarm to remind myself to write a journal entry. So to satisfy the alarm, this is my journal entry.