Journal Entry #1
Thatβs what this shit is, right? A blog site? Anyway Iβm gonna start writing stuff to get a rational understanding of things in my head on paper. Or pixels. Whatever. You actually taking the time to read this is an undertaking in futility and I canβt be fuckered to care whether or not you actually do. So with plenty of further ado, here is my brain.
My life is in shambles. Thatβs mostly from neglect so I guess the only person I have to blame is myself. Regardless, shambles is a perfect description of the swirling vortex of chaos that I find myself in. I have no time management skills to speak of and even less personal hygeine. Iβm so far removed from skin-care it might as well be called skin-abuse at this point. But despite my own inadequacies Iβm gonna make an attempt to cultivate some sense of self-worth out of the travesty that I call my life.
Attempt #1 - Exercise. Been doing that shit. Got my resting heart rate down to about 50 BPM. Thatβs scary btw. My heart takes so long between beats that I think Iβm dead every other second. But Iβve heard this is a good thing and I seem to be able to run 4+ miles on the reg now so whoopity fuckaloo Iβm a runner, baby.
Attempt #2 - Diet. Fuck food. Itβs too complicated. You are what you eat and I canβt stop shoveling dick inside me long enough to actually care. But at least I can log it. So Iβm gonna do that. Go me.
Attempt #3 - Scheduling. Alright now fuck this shit right here. I canβt think 2 seconds ahead let alone a full day. How the squiggly tits am I supposed to think A WEEK ahead. Either way, I downloaded an app to help. Hate it already but I already hated scheduling so nothingβs really changed. The only thing I really need to focus on is taking time to do said shit. Could probably find some free time in between my heartbeats. Which is a long time now.
Attempt #4 - Lists should stop at 3. Listen, Iβm gonna level with youβ¦ I wrote this line before I actually knew what I was gonna put here. I know the previously 3 attempts might make me seem like some overachieving douchebag (and youβre RIIIIIIIIIIGHT) but even I have limits. So letβs just all pretend I put something profound on this line and move on with our days.
Well that was painful. Also I slept like shit last night. Still reeling from time-traveling over the Pacific Ocean. Australia was fun but oof ow my jet lag. But thatβs not why I slept like shit. I couldnβt sleep because Henry kept waking up to shoot liquid poopy out every 2 hours. Heβs a good boy though and woke us up every time he needed to go outside. What a good boy. What a good poopy boy.
Much love. Stay woke. Poop well.
-Mark



























