I don’t really like writing stories, at least I did but not anymore. I only did it for the likes and the fame.

You see, acceptance is a motivating factor for me. And I wasn’t getting enough of it. Because of that, I lost my enjoyment of writing stories and therefore stopped writing. I figured that if it doesn’t get much recognition then there’s no point.

Doing something simply because I love doing it is just not enough of a motivating factor for me.

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I can work on documents with Google Drive on my iPhone and collaborate with someone who uses an Android phone or god forbid a Windows Phone. I can work on graphic design in a Mac and collab with someone with a PC.

So why the fuck can’t I play a simple game with let’s say an X-Box against someone with a PlayStation? I find that fucking unacceptable.

All this time I’ve been thinking that Pyeongchang was in North Korea.

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.. don’t mind me whilst I jump my stupid ass over a bridge in shame.

Is it bad that I’ve literally just realized that the name Coco Pommel is a parody of Coco Chanel?

It's beautiful.

You know how it feels when you're stranded in an island of some sort and there's no way to get out because every direction is covered with water? I don't either, but I'm guessing that my position is how it probably feels. I tried leaving my town to get out of the state. No can do.

Damn you Harvey.

At least I still have electricity and water at home.

If some of you are dealing with the hurricane, I hope you're safe.

It's funny how some of us are good at giving great advice to others, but we're terrible at using our own advice on ourselves.

So I finally got to making a minimalist desk out of a piano stand and a piece of wood. And let me tell you, after so many months of using only an iPad as a computer for spatial reasons, I really missed using a real computer.

The cable management is still an ugly nightmare. But that's my punishment for not buying an all-in-one I guess.

And there's no chair. It's a standing desk. For my health. High stool chairs are ridiculously expensive

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Me: I'm gonna wake up and enjoy the day to the fullest.

Also me: what time is it?

*looks at clock*

There's always those cynics who like to talk shit about the current generation. One reason of which, is texting and driving.

On my may home I happened to drive alongside two old ladies in a corolla. I drive a lifted truck, so I had a perfectly clear view of the inside the old lady's car. The aged driver was blatantly texting on a Samsung smartphone while driving.

So, my message to said cynic: shut the fuck up, your generation's no better.