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I just ate shit on ice while shoveling my driveway. Feet right out from under me, twisted, both knees straight to the concrete. Yow! Haven’t fallen like that in a bit.

“It smell like gas, I think somebody pooped”

might be 21 savage’s best lyric ever.

i really like that sexyy red lyric where she says, "bend that ass over. let the coochie breathe."

Huge bitches caucus for huge bitch.

Iowa expectedly disappoints again.

“Ugh. You listen to the worst music.”
- Kari, as she enjoys a cozy, 3-day blizzard weekend with me

Just spent a couple hours digging out the driveway.

Present me would like to punch past me for having the driveway expanded.

I just had a cold brew coffee that has the same amount of caffeine as 3 dewskis and holy shitballs. I feel like I wanna spar or climb a wall or something.

Is this what it feels like to be a coffee drinker?

Yay areaaaaa

After today’s cancelations, delays, and flight changes, I’m sitting in the tiniest airport that I’ve ever been to, in Northern California. 1 gate. No jet bridges. The only food is a vending machine.

I would kill for some shitty wings and a beer from an airport TGIFridays rn.

I was supposed to fly to SFO via ORD on a Boeing 737 Max 9 today… it was canceled because United identified the aircraft to have loose bolts on the same door plug that just blew out of the Alaska Airlines flight.

That could’ve been an adventure.

I scored tonight at broomball. And we won. Booyeah. Baby.

Heading to San Francisco tomorrow til Thursday. It’s been a minute since I’ve been to the bay.

“Oh my God, you’re such a perfectionist. It’s exhausting,” Kari says to me, as I work on my chia pet.

Shooters are pussies, man

I wrote a boring blog about last year. Check it out or don't. It ain't that big of a whoop.

derek.broox.com...pensive-but-fun

my dog has learned that when i finally put pants/socks on for the day, he is about to get a walk.

getting dressed has unexpectedly become a very exciting time for us.

Last day of holiday break. Goin for chill, quiet vibes all day.

I want a slice of Casey’s breakfast pizza and a big ol dewski… but I dunno if this is the way to set 2024 up for success.

I think 2024’s gonna be brutal.
I hope I’m wrong though.

Kari is over here trying to tell me that I have boujee taste and I think she is wrong. Am I a boujee boy?