Not a Badass

This is a picture of me atop a little outcrop on South Mountain.



Two seconds later, I spied the colony of giant flying ants that I was strutting around on and promptly eeked out a girlish scream and ran down the mountain flailing my arms like a sissy.

Lipton's Questions

Because my brain is about to explode and I don't have much room for anything more creative right now.

What is your favorite word? yes

What is your least favorite word? guilt

What turns you on? brains

What turns you off? judgement

What sound or noise do you love? leaves blowing on branches

What sound or noise do you hate? tin foil on teeth

What is your favorite curse word? shitballs

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? farmer

What profession would you not like to do? tofu taster

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? “lady, step into my hyundai"

cheshire fair

I've been up in NH for the past couple of days and am feeling much better about the the state of my world. Last night I went to the Cheshire County Fair out in Swanzey. Nothing makes you feel better about your life than wading through a sea of Nascar jerseys and unfortunate haircuts. Highights of the evening included the steer pull and a kick-ass corn dog.

Here are some pictures I've been playing around with:

apathetic

Am feeling a void lately but I'm not sure why. I don't want to be home, I could care less about seeing my family this week, I seem unable to tackle the mounting list of work that's piling up around me, I've hardly talked to any of my friends about coming home, I'm anxious and weepy and indifferent. So, I'm sitting in the airport feeling sorry for myself and blankly staring at the business men and nuclear families walking past me, wondering where my purpose went.



When I get to New Hampshire today, I'm renting a car and driving north. Everyone else can suck it; I need to fix this.