"I'm going to let you in on a little secret: every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it; don't wait for it; just let it happen."
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Author Archives: R. Spacely
I was sitting here, like, “I gotta write.” I’ve been thinking about it all day: excited, almost. So I’m sitting here, and I told myself, “I’m gonna, write, I need music.” Oh, crap. What to do, what to do. I … Continue reading
This was almost gonna be a post about, “How To Be A Cop Without Killing Any Black People.” Here’s the problem: My last post on this blog was, like, 40 years ago. And here I am, all kinds of inspired … Continue reading
I’m remembering a lot of things today. The kinds of things that I haven’t thought of in a long, long time. When I was a kid, as in… before age 8? Anyway, back then my best friend was a girl. … Continue reading
A lot of weird shit happening. Crazy people are looking a little bit crazier. The past is coming back to fuck with us (see also: me). Dreams are kind of boring, but super emotional and vivid and haunting. I saw … Continue reading
Tired of the excuses. The shortcuts. The backhanded way of doing things. I need to be writing. I need a blog. I’m tired of trying/failing to start something new, something anonymous. Fuck it. I’ve already alienated everyone at least once, … Continue reading
I still don’t know what this blog is about. But “growing up” has been a pretty major theme. I turned 30 in September, and it’s been weird. I mean, it was weird before. But it’s weird in new ways now. … Continue reading
I don’t have anything to say, but I do have some time to say it, so I’m gonna say it. Because I think the important thing for me is just to write. Even if it’s terrible and bullshitty and pointless. … Continue reading
And who’s to say I can’t write about happy shit?! I just drove my fat ass home from the gym. That’s right. I have a gym membership… that I actually use. Me and D both do, actually. Kind of a … Continue reading
Yeah. I know. I’m a fucking jerk. I was getting really decent about posting here for a while. But. What can I really say? I just don’t have a lot of time these days. I work my shitty job, and … Continue reading
Well, this weekend was fucking SICK!! I was going to try to write about it, but I don’t want to. I will just show you this: Yes, sir. I was there. Life changed.