A different perspective about how ai art hurts the wirst more than the best
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Desire vs Fear. I accept that I let fear win
A deep self refection morning rant about my life. The third blog post in a row after a good sleep. Feeling rather meh. Sad without the need for a solution today
Breakfast separation due to a fence
I am out in the pasture at 530am helping a mother cow and her baby navigate the fence that separated them so she can have some milk. Loud moos resolved.
I wish it was easier to describe a dream
A poor description of a great dream makes me ponder life and life choices.
I’m saving manipulated memories
I just finished up my morning scan of social media and I recorded two short snap chats using new filters I found trending. It's just past 7am and I find myself with nothing else to do right now. Oh oh... That means I can think about things, and that's not always a...
Do I owe Brittany money?
Another morning arrives without the night in between. Day 3 awake.
Pride without confidence
I am very proud of this website both in design and content. Even the drug content. I share my life, my philosophies and my struggles in a way I believe is mostly well written, entertaining and respectful.
Maybe it is a morning race
I woke up from a particularly good dream this morning by a dog bark. One single dog bark. It was eventually followed by a second Park and the third but spanned out over time. One bark every 30 seconds or so seems to be more efficient at waking humans than a flurry of...
Good idea I’ve decided I won’t do
Despite being aware that nobody is checking out this blog except Romanian botts and search engines, it still keeps me happy and gives me something to do each day instead of sitting around on my bed doing drugs like the stereotype junkie. I can tell myself it's a great...
A New Fan
I woke up at 6am and started my Monday right away. I turned on the webcams and started recording footage for what might be used for the making of The Orange Jeff Show. I have a new optimism fueled by a new fan, a new month, a growing need for change and of course, a...
As my pump gently beats.
... but mother, I don't like beets. My father had only one rule about food, no two. No beets Clean your plate. It was a thing. Something to remember because only having one thingf you won't eat, is a strong way to say you'll eat anything. Neat dad memory to start off...
The Monday Distracted Report
I woke up with a gasp today. As far as I remember, I woke up with a gasp about 40 times since 3am, when I finally fell asleep. There are so many things to write about this morning and I suspect I'll only remember to touch on a few. I'll try not to read into the many...
A streak, straight along a line
Every once in a while I get a PP with the mini fantasy that one day, students would be trying to figure out what some of my titles meant.. In the previous blog which I should attach somehow, I started to describe the streak I was with regards to humour and attention...
Pride is stealing the feeling of anticipated smiles.
Pride is when the positive voice was victorious and you have enough assumed smile energy to break the barrier of sharing. Putting it out there open to opinion. Firsties points don't matter as long as one fan finds you. The smile of a fan can change everything....