As you might know, I am a full time Internet
I edit video in New York and I reblog things that make me feel clever.
"fuck your bad vibes bro" — ughwhocares
"quit fucking up my zen, jackass" — party-wok
"Go fuck yourself. #LYLAS!" — whatwhatwhat
"dad ur drunk i can tell" — llhenley
"YAY JAMISON THAT IS HOW I MEANT IT" — luckypaperstars
"Whoa, that IS really cool about ferns." — taoistdrunk
"not saying, just saying" — johndarnielle
"Brilliant use of Larry David. Brilliant." — coketalk
"i rescind all objections" — twentysomethingfloater
"if you want to start shit, have some fucking balls." — nedhepburn
"hahahaha perfect" — nickdivers
Along with a love of the English language and a lust for the sea, it would appear I have inherited from my father the same chronic high blood pressure he’s been dealing with for the last thirty years. Stage 1 hypertension, 140 over 90. Correlates with shortened life expectancy, higher risk of stroke and heart disease, and a bunch of other things I don’t really want to worry about at age 24.
Better to know, I suppose. Now I have a real reason to run every morning and keep my diet reasonable. Anybody has any advice or similar experiences, let me know.