Thirtysomething

They snickered whenever they couldn't hold a pose during class.  And the loud girl, instead of flowing with the class through her poses, randomly decided she's going to show off by doing headstands.

Now, friends rave about a Caribbean beach, and it doesn't compare to the secret lagoon in the Andaman Sea.  New York foodies swear by a fusion eatery, and the food insults my palate.

susie: i know i've complained about this before. susie: but i miss your writing. cloud8: yeah? cloud8: i write still susie: all i get now are links to articles, random songs you're listening to, and your photography. susie: i was just rereading an entry i wrote

It was a jazzy blues kind of night.  My thoughts and I sat alone. A sliver of smoke curled around my fingers before climbing onto another memory. Orange, purple, black. Fire, smoke, nothing. Inhale, exhale, breath. (She was sleeping, oblivious to the coming morning when an empty space will replace

Not sure why there’s a guy banging on an EasyBake oven wrapped with a towel or the lyrics change, but it sounds pretty solid. I tried my best to leave This song on your machine But the persistent beat it sounded thin upon listening And… that shit will just

One of my biggest pet peeves is that there are no efficient methods to filter relevant useful information when you are in the Silicon Valley [insert your career space here] echo chamber.  Options are: 1) stop listening 2) embrace doubt 3) believe everything, or 4) become a jerkoff self-promoter