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Amadou and Mariam.
At Bonnaroo, outside of the moment where my girl shampooed my itchy head in a communal water trough with ice cold drinking water, Amadou and Mariam's set was the most romantic thing going on in that dirty hippie paradise. Amadou and Mariam, a jammin old blind married couple from Mali, sang some pretty romantic shit while totally simultaneously guitar shredding and holding on to each other. It fuckin killed me. What does it take to grow old that way?
Sometimes I feel like it's not in the cards for me.
At Bonnaroo, outside of the moment where my girl shampooed my itchy head in a communal water trough with ice cold drinking water, Amadou and Mariam's set was the most romantic thing going on in that dirty hippie paradise. Amadou and Mariam, a jammin old blind married couple from Mali, sang some pretty romantic shit while totally simultaneously guitar shredding and holding on to each other. It fuckin killed me. What does it take to grow old that way?
Sometimes I feel like it's not in the cards for me.
ow has it become so hard to get to the gym? I have all the time I need in the morning to get there, and yet somehow it's becoming increasingly difficult. I used to go almost every day, but I haven't been in a month. I'm in my gym clothes once again, convinced that I'm going, but I'm sitting here, at the computer instead. I've done this four or five times now. I need to stand up in the next ten seconds if I want to get anything done.
Actually, things have changed, somewhat.
Partially, it's this crazy diet that she and I are doing. Instead of hitting the snack machine, I'm eating prunes (yes, prunes) and smoked almonds at work. Also, after reading a particularly effective essay on what I'll call 'America's Additude Problem' and a good shrink visit, I've decided that I need to retool how I feel about this job. Yes, it's a hassle and yes, I have to speak to Serbian people about (really) faulty satellite equipment that has been sold to them by a company that is, in essence, ripping them off, but the hours are good. The pay is good. The benefits are good, and there's always overtime available to me when I need it. While I may be further sacrificing my dignity every day that I work here, I'm also allowed to come in late every day and call in sick whenever I need to.
Life is fine. I live in a great apartment with two great women and three cats. We eat well and watch Netflix movies and television. It's all I require.
Also, the game XIII rules.
Partially, it's this crazy diet that she and I are doing. Instead of hitting the snack machine, I'm eating prunes (yes, prunes) and smoked almonds at work. Also, after reading a particularly effective essay on what I'll call 'America's Additude Problem' and a good shrink visit, I've decided that I need to retool how I feel about this job. Yes, it's a hassle and yes, I have to speak to Serbian people about (really) faulty satellite equipment that has been sold to them by a company that is, in essence, ripping them off, but the hours are good. The pay is good. The benefits are good, and there's always overtime available to me when I need it. While I may be further sacrificing my dignity every day that I work here, I'm also allowed to come in late every day and call in sick whenever I need to.
Life is fine. I live in a great apartment with two great women and three cats. We eat well and watch Netflix movies and television. It's all I require.
Also, the game XIII rules.
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