To me life tends to vary between a glorious upward soaring ecstasy and the sensation of a large emotionless creature slamming my head under murky, chemical-filled water over and over again, holding it down a little longer with each repetition.

This has been an interesting week so far, of validation and overestimation and further procrastination. I hope to be out in the woods within a few weeks, enjoying my redneckery without reservation. Literally.

I think you should make a shirt that says “My Freak” on the front, so you can tell people you have to get your freak on, then go to your bedroom, then come back wearing it, and everyone will hate you to death.