Yesterday was my birthday! To celebrate, I’m going to take a break from all this boring old fiction and get back to something more self-indulgent exciting: tweets I wrote 15 years ago!
A lot of my old tweets were reposts of other people’s blogs, articles, and essays, or sometimes even just quotes. This one is special because the person I’m quoting is my dad:
“Home is where people get your jokes.” -Dan McCrimmon
Love you, dad ❤️
Some of my tweets reminded me of moments and ideas I’d nearly forgotten. Usually this was a good thing.
Watching an…interesting movie called “Tank Girl.” Confused, but in a good way. This must be how dogs feel.
Tank Girl is a cult classic, one of the earlier comic books to be adapted to film. Recommended. I still think “confused, but in a good way” probably is how dogs feel, but after I got stoned for the first time I decided that was a better approximation. (Watching Tank Girl while stoned would be like how dogs feel on the 4th of July.)
Some reminders were more mixed.
Last night I sewed a ripped seam in my pajamas; it was the most accomplished I’ve felt all semester. Why am I in school, again?
Honestly, sometimes I still feel like this is among my top ten achievements in life.
Re-reading papers I wrote in high school. Man, the old me was so awesome. What the hell happened?
Yeah…college did things to me.
Then there were the reminders of things that haven’t changed at all.
Times change, but people remain insane.
Sometimes the insanity is more…prominent…than others.
“Where is my watch?” *searches* “Hmm, that’s odd, I can’t find it any–oh. It’s on my wrist.” #22andgoingsenile
Still just as senile at 37. That’s…good? That’s a good thing, right?
Oh yeah, I was gonna eat dinner at some point. #oops
Oops.
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