Not only do I dig my own holes, but I also kick the dirt in over my head and plant the tombstone.
Author Archives: Nick Vincent
The sum of all parts
music + love + friendships + career + art + education + money + health + residence + dreams + responsibilities + future = mass fucking hysteria and confusion in the brain area. Life heartily enjoys bestowing on me the stark contrast between pure bliss and utter misery. I guess romancing several loves in this …
Up thinking again
So I guess I’ll just sleep on it. It’s just that I’m so sick of staring. The sound the letter S makes is soothing sometimes. Does anyone else’s clock blink eights? Mine blinks 12:00. That Dashboard guy is full of shit.
Bear with me here, folks
The phrase “working on it” applies to just about every aspect of my life right now. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just difficult at times.
Numb
Last night we celebrated the six months we’ve known each other, although the actual anniversary isn’t until Monday. One of only a few “actual dates” we have ever been on. Dinner and a movie. Cheesecake Factory and Just Married. I think my favorite part was liberating three helium balloons from the Texas Station. Tomorrow she …
Amy Grant – Greatest Christmas Hits, Volume 1
Barry Manilow. Celine Dion. Michael W. Smith. Barbara Streisand. Amy Grant. Vanessa Williams. Frank Sinatra. The three Kennys. (Loggins, Rogers, and G). Even the Vandals. I swear, whoever the hell came up with the concept of a “Christmas Album” should seriously be shot in the face. “Hey, I have a great idea, [insert name of …
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Just one of those days
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Technology is getting so advanced…
You know what I hate about food? First you have to heat it up, and then you have to let it cool off. You’d think by now they’d have thought of a better system than that. Just call me T. Furrows.
Neurotic bastard
When I walk around, I pay very close attention to the ground. I am careful to step over each crack in the concrete. I’m not superstitious or anything. It just keeps me occupied. If I’m walking on tile, and if they are big enough, I try and step square in the middle of each tile. …
About time
I seem to have stumbled upon a significant other. And I like it. A lot.