Used in conversation with the web designer working on the GW site, while brainstorming some themes: “Retro-cyberpunky” It’s funny, when you don’t have a word that describes exactly what you want, you sort of just cobble them together from existing words. Because I think what I meant was, you know, steampunk without the steam, but […]
I got my first book-specific “Where did your ideas come from?” question at lunch with the rest of the marketing department yesterday. Sure, I’ve gotten this question before, but it was always really general. That one’s easy. You just say, “From living.” Which doesn’t make great interview copy, but it’s true. But this question was
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I hate it when I wake up pissed off for no reason. I think it’s just a weird feeling because I’ve been in such a state of zen for the last two months. Being pissed off first thing in the morning at old hurts and bygones is such a waste of time. Good thing there’s
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Living on your own is fucking expensive, yo. The bare facts of this were nicely camouflaged when I lived in Chicago, as Jenn would just give me the total bill for the month, so I’d write one check, not 8. Totalling these all up separately makes you realize just how much… stuff there is to
I’m starting to think that work has eaten my brain. That, or cozy apartment living. I don’t know what it is. Things just feel… nice. The problem with me feeling nice and content is that everything just sort of stops. I do a lot of cooking and reading and play some video games and watch
The work folks like to make offhand comments about my perceived high standards in men (which appears to be the only reason they can comprehend my singledom). Apparently, my inability to sleep with people I find physically attractive but uninteresting sounds pretty weird to some of them. “I would take interesting over hot,” I said
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Went out with my workout group yesterday, and while we walked over to the Y, one of my groupmates turned to me and said, “I had a dream about you last night Kameron!” “Great,” I said. “Was I typing a lot of things furiously?” “No, it was this post-apocalyptic world and you were this… this
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