All the believers pumped the price. I left my buy order at 58k. I’m also a believer 😝

I’m getting ready to turn up the music and enjoy cooking with my new pans. I was away for work and it’s been so long, waiting to come home and get in my kitchen.

“Enioy every season of life.” We hear this so often. One day, you’ll look at an old photo of you and realize how young and blessed you were all that time. Don’t let that take too long.

I’m watching season 1 of Fallout (in preparation for season 2). In episode five they are captured by another vault and used as test subjects. “Some people who come here have a hard time adjusting to finally feeling safe. All the things you’ve had to do to survive still fresh in your mind. Trust doesn’t come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience. Here, unit 428. How about, you sleep in a room of your own tonight? Have a hot shower. Nothing wrong with a little bit of comfort.” This reminds me of so much. It’s difficult to break away. There are so many comforts that are addicting, reassuring of survival. Work feels so necessary.

Hello Nostr fam 👋 I hope you enjoy the holiday week. If I know you, I hope to see you IRL soon. Xoxo

We’re back to 88k. Ima keep stackin…my cash

Game-day spread

I’m excited to watch this rare occurrence…

We’re starting to see a culture that does not promote obesity. Could we see dirt cheap GLP-1s and a strong, “why on earth are you still obese” shift? Do you think GLP-1s are dangerous? Will they result in long-lasting weight management?

We’re starting to see a culture that does not promote obesity. Could we see dirt cheap GLP-1s and I strong, “why on earth are you still obese” shift? Do you think GLP-1s are dangerously? Will they result in long-lasting weight management?

I still have a buy order in at 58k. Haters gonna hate.

This poem was inspired by the holiday first day of a holiday week with sick patients who have families. Life is brief. It is on my mind. Every time I hear the name, it brings tens of thousands of images of memories. Do you see the same for me? I want you in my life, I’ve let you know. Now I’m tired and I want to let you go. Shall I tell you so? The years will always teach more than I expect. My feelings continue to set the intent. I set the tone and sometimes I feel alone. I feel that I direct. Love, whether family, friend, lover, or “foe,” my heart will tell me so. I wish we’d share our thoughts while we’re on a roll, whether it’s the devil, the alcohol, or a wild hair that stole our hesitation for a moment or so. Romanticism isn’t dead. I still feel and I still hear what all that we’ve said. It lives in my ears as it echoes what was left. It won’t silence itself in the depth of our unrest. Let it be said. Do you love me? Or do you wish the feeling were dead? Is it in your heart, your unconscious, or only in your head? What about our childhood? Let it be said. Life is brief. I know you may mean all the best towards those with your “clear” intent. You pick. Do you want me or will you call? Will it all remain unsaid while you fall? Perhaps you have found a greater purpose than it all? And you can continue persevering to brighten it all?

The food truck business in Texas is an entirely different industry:

I have found my new nail tech. She speaks enough English to understand and knows how to use a translator. Her massage is excellent. All of her nails were white (excluding the one pictured).

I’ve had so many airplane outfits advertised to me lately. I think I might need this tho..