Also, if you live in a big city and/or take public transportation, look for a building that’s a relatively short walk to a stop. You can take a couple extra minutes for yourself in the morning and you can get right off after a long day at work and not have a long walk ahead of you.
I feel your pain, Duda. My upstairs neighbors last year sounded like they were rolling bowling balls around and listening to noise music at random hours of the day.
This has nothing to do with your comment, but for some reason I had the name Chardee MacDennis stuck in my head all day (for no apparent reason) and your username and profile pic somehow helped. Thank you.
Maybe urban alley yoga will be the next big trend that hipsters force on everyone. Enjoy the sound of car horns, smog and cigarette butts on the ground as you transfer into downward dog pose.
I was on the fence about taking up a yoga class but this cleared things up for me. I’ll just do it alone at home with an instructional video and my own mat to really satisfy my inner introvert. Thanks, Duda.
“You’re just in a rut, and you’re going to remain in that rut whether you change locations or not.” So true. Physically moving to a different city won’t always hit the metaphorical ‘reset’ button on your life; but then again, not much will besides time itself.
I know I’m on my high-horse here, but it’s always entertaining and satisfying conversing with the people at the bars on Thanksgiving Eve in your hometown who furiously justify their pyramid schemes, are “giving themselves some time (years) to grow,” or those who have just phoned it in and are dealing drugs.
It’s horror stories like this that cripple me with anxiety about taking sleep medication. I’ve never taken Ambien nor do I ever want to. If you’re having trouble getting to sleep, knock back a couple beers, melatonin, or a low dose of Xanax (so I’ve been told).
I also like to adopt their approach of saying I’ll be there between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. and just never showing up. No call or notice of any kind; just go AWOL. It’s not like anything actually matters.
My receipt for expenditures this weekend is relatively unexciting except for one or two things:
Friday
Food: $15
Bar tab: $20
Uber: $15
Saturday
Belated bday brunch with the grandparents: Free (while hungover and sleep-deprived so I was battling guilt the whole time, but still thankful)
Jack-in-the-Box at 8 p.m.: $8 (It was a pretty sad afternoon and evening)
I never got why it was ever so fucking important to have a S.O. during winter time. It’s mainly a time for family and friends. Either that, or I’m just delusional in the repressing of my own loneliness and depression lol
An 8-year-old me once got so fired up after Pablo hit a grand slam that I stood up in my chair and rejoiced in celebration. Then my sleep-deprived dad proceeded to huck a tennis ball past my head to shut me up because my baby brother was finally asleep in the next room. Still a shining moment from my childhood.
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Also, if you live in a big city and/or take public transportation, look for a building that’s a relatively short walk to a stop. You can take a couple extra minutes for yourself in the morning and you can get right off after a long day at work and not have a long walk ahead of you.
I feel your pain, Duda. My upstairs neighbors last year sounded like they were rolling bowling balls around and listening to noise music at random hours of the day.
This has nothing to do with your comment, but for some reason I had the name Chardee MacDennis stuck in my head all day (for no apparent reason) and your username and profile pic somehow helped. Thank you.
Thanks, I’ll check it out
Maybe urban alley yoga will be the next big trend that hipsters force on everyone. Enjoy the sound of car horns, smog and cigarette butts on the ground as you transfer into downward dog pose.
I was on the fence about taking up a yoga class but this cleared things up for me. I’ll just do it alone at home with an instructional video and my own mat to really satisfy my inner introvert. Thanks, Duda.
I wish I had half the serotonin and dopamine that Annie does
“You’re just in a rut, and you’re going to remain in that rut whether you change locations or not.” So true. Physically moving to a different city won’t always hit the metaphorical ‘reset’ button on your life; but then again, not much will besides time itself.
Although things went pretty well in this column, the accuracy and reality of it all really gave me anxiety.
I know I’m on my high-horse here, but it’s always entertaining and satisfying conversing with the people at the bars on Thanksgiving Eve in your hometown who furiously justify their pyramid schemes, are “giving themselves some time (years) to grow,” or those who have just phoned it in and are dealing drugs.
I actually just saw the episode where the Trinity Killer got to Rita. Sorry for your loss.
Netflix really is better after a few glasses of Pinot Noir
It’s horror stories like this that cripple me with anxiety about taking sleep medication. I’ve never taken Ambien nor do I ever want to. If you’re having trouble getting to sleep, knock back a couple beers, melatonin, or a low dose of Xanax (so I’ve been told).
Cold take: pumpkin pie isn’t that good. It’s all about cherry, apple and pecan.
I also like to adopt their approach of saying I’ll be there between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. and just never showing up. No call or notice of any kind; just go AWOL. It’s not like anything actually matters.
My receipt for expenditures this weekend is relatively unexciting except for one or two things:
Friday
Food: $15
Bar tab: $20
Uber: $15
Saturday
Belated bday brunch with the grandparents: Free (while hungover and sleep-deprived so I was battling guilt the whole time, but still thankful)
Jack-in-the-Box at 8 p.m.: $8 (It was a pretty sad afternoon and evening)
Sunday
Sunday Scaries shirt: $36 (thanks, Will)
Starbucks: $3
Lunch: $8
I never got why it was ever so fucking important to have a S.O. during winter time. It’s mainly a time for family and friends. Either that, or I’m just delusional in the repressing of my own loneliness and depression lol
This gave me an Edgar Allan Poe vibe
Great choice with the Dexter stock photo
An 8-year-old me once got so fired up after Pablo hit a grand slam that I stood up in my chair and rejoiced in celebration. Then my sleep-deprived dad proceeded to huck a tennis ball past my head to shut me up because my baby brother was finally asleep in the next room. Still a shining moment from my childhood.