Amish proper bitch.

My sister said my hair looks like I had a mid-life crisis early.  I love drastically changing my hair.  Keeps people on their toes.

It’s Business Time.

It’s 1:38 am.  I have work at 8:00 am.  I suppose I should sleep.  I have had a lot of good conversations with all of you tonight.  We should continue these at a time when I am not so dead and in need of rest.

Also, if you haven’t listened to the new City and Colour album, do yourself a favor and check it out on Spotify.  I have had it on repeat while I programmed things today and it is lovely.

Goodnight 24-hour Tumblr party people.

Edit: I need a damn haircut.  Time to shave this mess for summer.

Getting there!  It has animations and such that you can’t see.  I am excited to get it done!

So I went to Starbucks looking like what I thought was a half-assed attempt at being awake and had a guy call his lady coworker friend over.  They proceeded to tell me that they loved my hair and beard and that I am quote, “looking really good, and that they love my face.”

So I am putting this very confused picture of me up for posterity’s sake so that I have graphic evidence of the one day that I got hit on and didn’t even try.

Let it be known. No matter how ridiculous or asinine my suggestions are, people have to listen because Danni and 77,843 people think so.

Curing the Deadline Blues

A photo diary of how I spent the last five minutes.  Boredom does sick things to a man’s psyche.

Okay.  Back to work.

Storms kept me up all night.  I am so dead this morning.  Work is going to suck today.  It’s going to take a lot of coffee to make this okay.

The fruits of my labor. Man… I should have planted fruit! Hmph.

I need some rocks to bring it all together. But damn if I am not proud of this. Not shown: Sod that I put into the ground.