I've never written a Daily Dirt, so here goes!
Three sections of my life:
I'm watching Goldeneye right now. I can't believe this movie came out in 1995. It hasn't aged well, but neither have I.
My springbreak was the last week of February. Not an exciting time. One day my toothpaste fell off the sink and landed against the heating vent. The tube remained against the vent all day, being constantly blown by the furnace. I picked it up that evening and found that the toothpaste left my mouth feeling clean not by clearing the taste of barbeque chips, but by burning my taste buds off. That was the highlight of my spring break.
A foot of snow got in my way while I wrote today's update. I had written a large chunk last week, but planned on finishing it Saturday afternoon. This plan was ruined when I was stranded at my girlfriends under some sort of snow emergency. Trying to save time, I wrote the missing pieces and emailed them to myself, so I could paste the whole thing together once I got home. I trudged through the snow with a handful of children who were on their way to a private sledding hill. Once home, I found that the internet was down. So my article was stranded on two different laptops a few miles apart. I gathered my laptop, an extra change of clothes, and an old slice of Red Velvet cake, and started walking back to my girlfriends to finish the update. I didn't know what else to do. While walking back, I thought about the cliche grandparents' story about walking somewhere in the snow, uphill, in the snow. So I was reliving some grueling experience of their childhood mixed modern technology. I was The Postman with Kevin Costner, but somehow more pathetic. The Article always gets uploaded.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
U2 and Apple have conspired to place a U2 album into your music in the year 2014. You own a U2 album. And you can't get rid of it.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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