I listen to brostep and pretend I’m a robot while I’m running in the morning so that it doesn’t hurt as bad.
My downfall: I cannot go to bed when there’s a computer near me that still needs troubleshooting.
At this point in my life, I finally understand what “The young and the restless” means.
A sliding scale of some of my personal qualities (Part 1 of ?):
Dependent<->Independent:
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Introvert<->Extrovert:
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Outgoing<->Reserved
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Passive<->Aggressive:
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Decisive<->Indecisive:
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Optimistic<->Pessimistic:
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Active<->Inactive:
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Exciteable<->Indifferent:
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Trusting<->Suspicious
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Talker<->Listener
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I wish I was a teenager in the 80s.
I’ve eaten all the food I could ever want today, and all I want now… is some pizza. :/
My favorite part about being a dad in the future is my kids thinking I’m weird for liking “old people stuff” like dubstep, PC games, and skinny jeans.
My days are spent looking at old pictures of myself wishing I had my hair and beard back.
After getting used to spending so much time on Reddit, it really makes me wish tumblr had “downvotes” for all the retarded stuff that somehow makes its way into my feed.
I sleep in a sleeping bag on my bed so that I don’t have to make my bed in the morning.
