I am a web designer who enjoys the shit out of his internet addiction. I also run the literary journal lit.cat, the Alaskan food truck website savory.af, and work under the name thefuture.design. PM me for nudes.
it's me- your favorite foo'
The mister wee (to the woo)
checkin that day old pubski
cause my wheel ain't blue
yo i don't do haiku
i ain't no vernacular jew
if syllables make you happy
i'll give you something to chew
rhymes make the ultimate roux
a hearty poetry stew
i put haikus on litcat to show
they're arbitrary spew
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Something beautiful died tonight and I was u crazy and I didn't realize that you were pretty much my best friend this time and I was so weird yesterday and I didn't realize that you were pretty much my best friend this time and I was so weird yesterday and I didn't realize that you were pretty much my best friend this year.
My SwiftKey prediction from this sentence is really sad.
It's rough that you have to piece together your brother's results. I don't know anything about it, but I imagine it might be best to ask him how he's doing yourself, I feel as though the information over how he's doing is something he'd like control over.
That's what it's like to be X,
Said the letter Y.
But why, Y naught?
I thought but to whine ought.
Because there's a lot to allot, great scot-
An X that ain't ought is one big shot
Wouldn't it not?
But that thought,
I, who did thought
Wouldn't it not be ought
If we didn't think if that was ought
Y fought and vied hot,
But fought for I to buy ought:
Ain't there not
A spec of truth in every wide thought?
Between all that was sought,
That I did got.
Aye, I finally thought.
Man, fuck the two of you,
Said the letter X.
I'm only gonna do one liners today, period. Cause I ran out of pantiliners on the way here.
That joke would make more sense if I was a woman. I'm probably getting only 70% of the laughs I would have gotten because I'm a man.
I've been killing it at open mic comedy for the past few weeks, I recently switched to a one-liners-only style that makes me impervious and flexible to rowdy bar crowds. Man, it feels good. Without really intending to, I've realized it's been my main creative outlet and the only thing I've really gotten better at in the last month.
There's two open-mics a week (at the bar I made a website for), and it's been a nice place to hang out. I still don't really know people there, so sometimes I just won't talk to anyone and just go up on stage, but people are recognizing me, and I'm making steps to break out of my shell. I'm kind of making it my goal to get to know people there when I get up tonight.
I have to sit down tonight because I messed up my feet on an early morning run. I never thought I'd be able to, but I also never thought the police would find my meth lab.
I fucked up my feet on a long walk awhile ago. They've hurt for a whole week and a half now, at least while standing. I'm pretty sure it's because I still keep walking on them. Today is the first day that they've actually felt like they've been healing, so I'm glad about that.
I just told my therapist that I was going to do stand up comedy tonight. He said, yeah, that's perfect for you, your life is a joke.
A thing about pubskis is that it coincides with when I visit my therapist, so it's like I get a double dose of therapy on the same day. I'm a little irritated at my therapist today though. The theme since I've been seeing him is to embrace my hobbies, even though most of them are online. He's did a complete 180- you gotta stop spending so much time on the computer. I know that he's someone who's a drug counceler, and I don't know, I thought the entire point of my therapy sessions was to relieve myself of guilt so I could spend more time on work, but hell. Alright. The computer screen is cocaine now.
My favorite city in Alaska is Juneau. It's the place where tourists get off cruise ships and look at the mountains and say "This is it? They have this back in New York!"
Things. I booked a trip impulsively recently, and now I have a ticket to Spokane I won't use, and I didn't buy the travelers insurance. But that's alright.
I got accepted into an innovation sprint for ocean technology in Alaska. It's kind of weird because I'm a designer working with engineers and marine biologists and people more qualified than me, but I'm excited to bust out my college skills again. I do have to stay here for a month.
A friend from the debate team is offering me a digital media job at the governors office in Juneau. Juneau really is my favorite city in Alaska. I'm currently procrastinating from sending him my portfolio, which I really should be doing. I hope I can get my shit together.
6. Ke2!? 6. Ke2!? 6. Ke2!? You're fucking nuts. I thought you said you were nervous about this game - you played it like crazy! Also, that was a beautiful queen trap. This is seriously a really beautiful game to look at.
edit: It turns out the computer recommends 6. Ke2 - It's not that crazy at all, but I'd feel so nervous playing it, I have no idea how you did it in tournament.
My therapist is having me focus on "Good enough is really good" this week. Rationally, it's perfect, but in my day to day, it's so alien.