Thoughts of the Day - a collection of random thoughts and observations while going about my daily life. The story of my life as a series of cryptic essays.
There's a tiny smudge of dirt on my desk that is shaped like a hawk in flight. It's too small to photograph with anything I have. It's been here for months. For some reason, I can't quite bring myself to clean it off.
Hmmm...we had a spot on our washing machine that looked like a death head. I think it was made of tooth paste or something. It's gone now as it has been rubbed off for some reason. But I never wiped it away even when I cleaned the rest of the washing machine.
I am: a roleplayer, a fiction writer, a sci-fi fan. A yoga enthusiast. A former Battlenet brapper and member of [Wolf]. A marine scientist, former Chinese takeout cashier, and freelance writer (mostly science articles for BrightHub). I presently live in Mobile, Alabama. Feel free drop me general comments here, or I can be reached at (in reverse order): com dot gmail at rynko.brown
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When you were born, you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Try to live a life so that when you die, everyone else is crying and you're smiling. --anon
A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains. -- a fortune cookie
4 comments:
You are SO bizzarre.
:D
Everything has some kind of profound symbolic meaning to me. I just haven't figured out exactly what the hawk is for yet.
Hmmm...we had a spot on our washing machine that looked like a death head. I think it was made of tooth paste or something. It's gone now as it has been rubbed off for some reason. But I never wiped it away even when I cleaned the rest of the washing machine.
Guess I'm bizzarre too ;).
Yeah, I figure someone else will eventually come along and clean it off. But it won't be me. ;)
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